Jillette Johnson - Last Bus Out Lyrics
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Last Bus Out
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What Are The Lyrics For Last Bus Out By Jillette Johnson?
What if I never make it to the bus stop
Never get on What if I never take you to the west coast Move back the clock What if I stay in these sheets And keep your hands on my knees What if I want want to stay And keep my clothes at your place What if I belong in this battle This side with this pillow Sleeping in your sweater Your skin and your smile Maybe I don't in California weather What if I miss the last bus out My life is waiting for me at a rental Right on this street They tell me this is where it all happens Where the money is What if I hate the machine And get chewed up by the dream What if I want want to stay And keep my clothes at your place What If I belong in this battle This side with this pillow Sleeping in your sweater Your skin and your smile Maybe I don't in California weather This battle This side with this pillow Sleeping in your sweater Your skin and your smile Maybe I don't in California weather What if I miss the last bus out And we stay right here in this garden of skin And bones...comatose Ivy's crawling up the bed Tangling our legs Forever till we're dead Baby I belong In this battle This side with this pillow Sleeping in your sweater Your skin and your smile Maybe I don't in California weather This battle This side with this pillow Sleeping in your sweater Your skin and your smile Maybe I don't in California weather What if I miss the last bus What if I miss the last bus What if I miss the last bus out |
Who Wrote Last Bus Out By Jillette Johnson?
Jillette Johnson
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What's The Duration Of The Last Bus Out By Jillette Johnson?The duration of Last Bus Out is 3:08 minutes and seconds. |
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