Steve Poponi - Pontiac, MI lyrics

[Verse 1] You've saved me a place in a circle made of ashes Making up favors in the bottoms of Easter baskets But a quiet kiss on the cheek is all I'll get You say that it's hoes before bros in Pontiac It's this couch that I'm sleeping on [Verse 2] Familiar revolver of patterned behavior I've got a bottomless pocket of well thought-out compliments And an admirable hunger for everything in your fridge But it's this couch I'll be sleeping on It's this couch I'll be sleeping on