Jenny Owen Youngs - Porchrail lyrics

I've got a case of the stares like you wouldn't believe

Everyone moves around with me

I try to focus but I can't keep still

And since you're kind I think you will

Just hold right there

Don't move or blink

Just need a minute

To sit and think

I got a spat of attention

Always along with my tea

Every urge on that swing turns tradgically free

There's nothing more attractive like the thing you can't have

I've got every intention of loosing my tie

From the motivation to make this man mine

Just hold right there

Don't move or blink

Just need a minute

To sit and think

I'm going to be sick

I think I'm going to be sick

I'm going to be