Indiana

I don’t know why, he sticks by my side,
but ever since him I’m just not the same.
Bearing teeth and fur to breathe in,
drawing blood but sleeping by my side.
Woah oh oh oh oh Indiana.
Just wanna be right next to you,
there’s no one else I’d rather talk to.
With all your cuts and scars,
making biscuits once more
on your favorite fleece I’m picking up the fur.
Woah oh oh oh oh Indiana.
I’m holding onto the feeling I get with you,
there’s no one else I would rather listen to.
Woah, people just bore me.
Woah people just bore me.