Rhode Island

I wonder how that bike trip's going I wonder if the government knows he’s hiding It’d probably take a few more months Florida’s a long way from Rhode Island I watch her rest her hands inside her lap I try to focus hard 'cause her eyes don’t make the frame I try to work up the courage to kiss the bottom half of her face Amora cut her hair in Baltimore right before I left I watch her sitting by herself, talking to herself Breathing calmly, then try to catch her breath Casanova just can’t turn the charm on Or find any of the right vibrations I know these women if he don’t wanna do it Then they are probably just gonna make him You can never tell when they're fucking around Everything you’re feeling is common Even though you've never felt so alone I could probably catch a ride to your house And borrow a bike to get back home She says you gotta promise not to break No matter how far you are bent She says I gotta shift my position And try to get comfortable again We both choose the same tone Mine was an alarm clock, ringing from a cellphone Mouth the words to me so we can keep things quiet And I’ll still know exactly what you mean And it is probably just my friends fucking around Yeah, it is probably just my friends fucking around They never cut me any slack It’s just my friends fucking around And it is probably just my friends fucking around Yeah, it is probably just my friends fucking around They never cut me any slack It’s just my friends fucking around