Stupid Preoccupations Song Lyrics
Stupid Preoccupations by Vic Chesnutt hey my head spins at the thought
that i'm sleeping my way out of this rut
stealing so we could be together
loseing so we would never part
*chorus*
we wear american shoes so we can't speak for anything
we talk but were really confused so we would speak for anything
don't ask me how i know
it's a feeling you get when your down low
she says your hands won't stick together
but your, your heart will stick like glue
repeat chorus