Frostline Drop Ritual

Mm. Ay. 317. Mm. Ay. Your coat on my chair, keys by the sink. You said, "Don't go far," I didn't think. Red mark on the receipt, cold tea half full. You look at the door like you might pull, Pull, pull. Say less. I-I know that face. Ha, woo, woo. One step, Then no trace. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Run it up, run it up, not for the Money. Run it up, run it up, your hair's Still on me. Don't call, don't call, I won't pick up. Run it up, run it up, enough, enough. Enough, enough. Enough, enough. Mm. Tuesday on the calendar, circle in black. Your little silver lighter still in my bag. I took the long way home, passed your old Block. Somebody laughed upstairs, I stopped. Run it up, run it up, not for the Money. Run it up, run it up, your hair's Still on me. Don't call, don't call, I won't pick up. Run it up, run it Up, enough, Enough. Enough, enough. Ay, ninana. I like that. Mm. I know, I know, ooh, Woo. Your coat on my chair. Woo, woo. 317. Woo. Don't call, Woo. Mm, mm, mm. Woo, Mm, Run it up, run it up. 317. Mm. Run it up, run it up. Don't call, uh. Run it up, run it up. Enough, enough. Mm, Mm. Woo, woo.