The Format - A Good Time at Your Expense lyrics

I don't like your cowboy boots To me they don't tell the truth I feel like mine do, I'm from the Midwest You're from New York. This voice is stronger, this boy is grown You'd better claim sticks and stones You better pray to God I choke These words will hurt you, haunt you I've become a frivolous man In need of a goody-good time I want a goody-good time, I want a good time at your expense. I've found you by the light of the moon Past all the wolves in the sheep's perfume Tell me why I can't count on you I need someone to sing me to sleep The longest flame I want to blow you out I want to get you back, but not like that. This voice is stronger, this boy is grown You'd better claim sticks and stones You better pray to God I choke These words will hurt you, haunt you I've become a frivolous man In need of a goody-good time I want a goody-good time, I want a good time at your expense. Graze in green, summers in blue Red is my favorite paint. Why do I know stutter like adjectives When they bend to leave you lips And what does it mean when you claw at my sleeve For a cave to bury your face Why after year, do you stil come? Why you always falling in love? Why do you run to me When you know you run the risk of running late? Longest flame, I want to blow you out I want to get you back, but not like that. This voice is stronger, this boy is grown You'd better claim sticks and stones You better pray to God I choke These words will hurt you, haunt you I've become a frivolous man In need of a goody-good time I want a goody-good time, I want a good time at your expense.