Kurt Vile Follow

We don't want a number, where you been so long?
Hey girl, come on over
That'll be just fine

If it ain't workin', take a whiz on the world
An entire nation drinkin' from a dirty truck
My best friend's long gone
But I got runner ups, yeah

When I walk in, my head is practically dragging
Yeah, and all I ever see is just a whole lot of dirt
My whole life's been one long running gag
Two packs of red apples for the long ride home

Well you know, baby

See you walking till you took a wrong way train
Then you sat down and couldn't get up

My best friend's long gone
But I got runner ups

I don't know if it's real but it's how I feel
Don't if you really came but I feel dumb in asking
You should have been an actor, she's so domineering
Take two eyed gold earrings for your troubles, man

Visibly dark points of future in a faze
Instead of standing, I'm running around
The sharpest tool in school doesn't know what's up

My best friend's long gone
But I got runner ups, yeah

We don't want a number, where you been so long?
Hey girl, come on over