Hands Down
Peter Gill
The back half of the b-side is where we belong
We lose our cool when the closeup begins
Smiling for a camera that isn’t there
Like demented newlyweds
Interlopers in the rock room
Tumbling down the demand curve
Double parked and half dead
We opened the time capsule
And this is what it said
I'm your biggest fan hands down
And if I weren’t in contact with you
I don’t know what I would do
They gas you on the highway and up on the hill
They long to gas you virtually everywhere
And if you allow them to they will
Round the rosy corners
And keep your stripes to yourself
Approach every new day
Like you’re stuck in a swing state
Remember when you’re shooting off flares
And nobody cares
I'm your biggest fan hands down