You're like an Eskimo talking about snow
when you tell me you'll call back in five minutes.
Like the letter I shoved into your back pocket.
Like the ten bucks you left in one of yours,
Maya says you get anything you want.
We're like Eskimos talking about snow,
when we have a hundred ways to say I love you.
I'm like a puddle of glow stick blood
when you say you'll call back in five minutes.
Like the time I called Dominics Pizza back,
Or that time you thought I took your stash
How much I love you crossing your legs.
I'm like an Eskimo talking about snow
asking you if you'll call me back or not.