You don’t exist in Canada
MisCast – You don’t exist in Canada
I have a problem. An obsession really. A love so strong, it almost feels wrong. So I wrote a song about it. I’d tell you more, but my fingers are so greasy, they’re making a mess of the keyboard.
V1
Oh, they say you’re bad for me
But babe I’ve got to disagree
Even though you’re a little fatty
I never notice when you’re oh so crispy
Chorus
In the morning I can smell you in the air
I can taste you on my tongue
I can see you laid out before me
Taste your skin its oh so salty
V2
Even though you leave behind a greasy pan
I don’t mind, it reminds me of you all day long
I know you’re never more than a car ride away
Much closer than six degrees
V3
I know you’ve burnt me in the past
But babe those scars never seem to last
I can hear you call out to me
From under the safety of the splatter screen
