Telepathic Judas ~ Insect Politics Lyrics

Driveway Song

You shouldn't feel bad
'Bout letting me down
I knew things wouldn't work out
And you should tell him
That you love him
'Cause he'll be gone in the morning

And if you call me
Why I won't answer
'Cause you're the one for me Dee Dee
But I,
I'm not the one for you

You should've kissed me
Out in Ronnie's driveway
It would've made my whole day
And I went down
All the way to Kingwood
'Cause there was some feelings
I had to bury

And if you call me
Why I won't answer
'Cause you're the one for me Dee Dee
But I,
I was never the one for you

Bea Aboo

And I think I got the Morbs last night
Talking to you all night until you finally went to bed
And me and Ryan
Drank Kahlúa
While Bea sat on the side lines
She's talking to me all night
And you might think that's bad
But it's the most fun I've ever had
And you might think that's bad
But atleast I'm not sad so

Bea Aboo
What do I need to do to get through to you
And Bea Aboo
I think I'm in love with you
And everything you do
And everything you are
And when I play this song
I can't help but fall apart

So place your space face
Close to mine
And try to find another line
And try to rewind time
And place your plasma pistol
To my skull
Oh find your own way home

Bea Aboo
What do I need to do to get through to you
And Bea Aboo
I think I'm in love with you
And everything you do
And everything you are
And when I play this song
I can't help but fall apart

I wish that I could just
Roll over and die but I can't
As the preacher sings
Dies Diem Docet
And all your comatose quoums
And all your dead dog poems
And these f*cking commas
And all these f*cking apostrophes so

Bea Aboo
What do I need to do to get through to you
And Bea Aboo
I think I'm in love with you
And everything you do
And everything you are
And when I play this song
I can't help but fall

Dostoyevsky in Beckley
Proudhon in Manhattan
And Tolstoy at Southern X-Posure
Kafka in the middle of nowhere

Dostoyevsky in Beckley
Proudhon in Manhattan
And Tolstoy at Southern X-Posure
Kafka in the middle of nowhere

TFB

You were a flashlight
And I was tryna turn you on
But you had been through a lot
And I had been through a lot
And you were always going on and on
About Impressionistic art
While I was tryna learn Jim Bogart on guitar
And you were in love
With the way I said uncomfortable
And you were in love with
Everything except for me

Cause now you're gone now
And it's my fault now
And I'm so sorry for everything I said
I guess I'll just go to bed
I'll text you in the morning
But probably not

You were a full moon
And you were gone way too soon
I guess I never got to tell you