Stranger from The Killjoy by Sarah Gross

All that I could give you
Is half a coffee and my whole body
(it makes sense in my head)

All that I could give you
Are all the songs that I can’t rhyme
All the thoughts between my eyes
All the love between my thighs

I like the way your name looks on my phone
You would “would it kill you to leave it alone”
I think it might
But I would lose to you anytime

I don’t wanna be a stranger
(I don’t wanna be a stranger)
In the far side of your head
(In the far side of your head)
I just wanna call you later
(I just wanna call you later)
Wanna get fired up, get fired up, get fired up
Get fired up instead

I wanna see you
In the parking lot of my hometown Kohl’s
I’ll hand you something that I stole
I don’t care, I’d do it again

Drawing circles on your shoulder
Don’t you think we’re a little too old for this?
In my head I’m still 16, you and me and skinny jeans

I don’t wanna be a stranger
(I don’t wanna be a stranger)
In the far side of your head
(In the far side of your head)
I just wanna call you later
(I just wanna call you later)
Wanna get fired up, get fired up, get fired up
Get fired up instead

So, what now? Where to?
I’ve got half a mind for you to choose your move
I’ll do anything you want me to
Kill my miles, waste your time,
Get me lost at the borderline
Pretend milestones, different timezones
Leaving here feels like coming home

• Acoustic
• Americana
• Rock
• acoustic guitar
• alt rock
• alt-country
• alt-folk
• americana rock alt-folk
• electric guitar
• folk
• indie rock
• singer-songwriter
• New York