Provo Tango

I don’t wanna be your boyfriend
I just wanna be the guy that you make out with on the weekend
We can pretend that every Provo Tango will be our last
And this kidney stone romance hurts less when it’s passed
You are pushing me like I had a limit
As we play this game of physical chicken
It’s been 20 minutes since we met eyes
And we’re still locked
I’m skinny dipping in your Caribbean irides
We talk about French films and favorite b-sides
And make out at the pool until 4am
We’ll crush all this romantic shit
There’s a fine line between depraved and deprived
And the moans you make along it seem so dreadfully contrived
So used you inspired a chorus that rips straight from Sloppy Seconds
You only use the feminist vehicle to drive your way through a tough belt buckle
You Mountain West girls are all the same
No matter how dumb you spell your name
You make me so angry that I drop my pick…
So, pass me the butter, baby