Jenny Owen Youngs - Porchrail

Lyrics

I've got a case of the stares like you wouldn't believe.

Everyone moves around with me,

I try to focus but I can't keep still

And since you're kind I think you will.

Just hold right there,

Don't move or blink.

Just need a minute

To sit and think

I got a spat of attention

Always on my tea,

Every urge on that swing turns tradgically free.

There's nothing more attractive like the thing you can't have.

I've got every intention of loosing my tie,

From the motivation to make this man mine.

Just hold right there

Don't move or blink.

Just need a minute

To sit and think.

I'm going to be sick,

I think I'm going to be sick