Too catchy to be "indie," too honest to be "pop!"
I’m reduced to rhyming, tryin’ to put it on a page
how you touched me teased me touched me told me I could sleep there naked
and I did inside my head what I have always done before
touched you in the darkness kissed you headed for the door
but I wasn’t movin’ fast enough I didn’t wanna leave
I wasn’t movin’ fast enough and now to me it clings
sticky like you kiss me when it’s quarter to your curfew
sticky like I wanna but you’re tellin’ me that it’s too soon
sticky little jelly doughnut 7am when I’ve slept for just an hour
don’t know when I’ll sleep again
maybe if there’s next time movie sofa naked press bedsheets
around your shoulders kiss you try to fall asleep
pillow toss and turn ambitious horny tired press some more
‘till the cell phone rings the hour and I gotta get goin’
I don’t wanna wake you but I can’t find my keys
are you gonna make me beg you please?
this is such a mess
I must confess…