September 2017
The original version of the song, identical to the album version but with electronic drums. Some prefer this version. I think it's neat either way.
lyrics
It's Thursday when I write this song
It's Friday when you pick up
On Saturday, I'm at my parents' so you're out of luck
On Sunday, you've got church
And I think of sleeping in
And Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and we circle 'round the bend
You want to fuck like rabbits
But I don't know if I'm into you
And I still don't know if that is in the cards
You want to fuck like rabbits
But I'm seven states away
I've never met you, and now I think I never will
We never talk anymore, oh no
I'm afraid of what we've become
I make mistakes like it's my full time job
So maybe this whole thing was just a mistake
You want to fuck like rabbits
But I don't know if I'm into you
And I still don't know if that is in the cards
You want to fuck like rabbits
But I'm seven states away
I've never met you, and now I think I never will
You think you can have it, just cause you want it
I think you've a lot to learn
You pull out all the stops, hop like a rabbit hops
But the dance don't mean you deserve it
credits
from Consumer-Grade Bedroom Pop,
released July 31, 2018
vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, ukulele, bass programming, drum programming