The Love Language - Nightdogs lyrics

Well, you found the bu*terflies It's funny how we're alike Is your tummy full tonight like mine? Wine flights of cheap champagne And that night we stayed up late For the sunrise that never came Through the clouds and pouring rain Oh, tease, I bet you're sitting in a pile Of stolen LPs on your dirty floor Wish you were here with me I'm doing better now But I've still got the disease You're an artist with a steady wrist And I'm just a sad scientist singing About who I kissed last night In your shoes, I'd walk a mile It takes one to know once in a while I do (feel blue, too) And the worst thing about the changing weather Is the leaves turn And you ain't no better and you'll never be That's the beauty of those lovely leaves I've still got the disease I've still got the disease