What We do With Our Spare Time (Tape Version) lyrics

I pick up free clothes In dumbo A friend of a friend A means to an end I try to guess The devil's email I come up short Of course, of course I want to fuck The space between us Will you let me call Tomorrow for a little while? I do not know I float, I float Twisting my arm Through the computer's jaw I heard they shot The sun from the sky I didn't hear why But I don't think I mind