Sweet Missouri by UT Kirin Lyrics

Lafayette, you called me?
Wine cellar, oh well
I guess he's had his fix of red and gone on off to bed
But we'll get house tickets, Calvin Harris
Wishing he was not a mess
So we could get him up at nine for class
You know I love the way that two within a double
Can make each other
Feel as though they didn't grow up all alone, but with a brother
So where's my southern twin?
I think I'm owed at least an evening long companion

Form a band, try to score a show off campus
Try to score the soundtrack of her life in c-major ballads
My first time in Austin didn't go the way I wanted
50/50 nights on couches, wondering if I should have tried
The cheap coffee and marijuana
And if you're so inclined
We could leap through puddles, neverminding
Post-break exam dates, internship applications
You never have to lie, I know you won't be coming back after April
And this year you burned
And I'll stay lit
And I will keep you alive late Thursday nights
Around an empty handle
Where I'll tell stories of your life as it was filtered through my eyes