These bathroom tiles sink beneathe my skin
it never ends..
and i'm sittin here again
yea we're sittin here again...
having talks on how i like your style..
talks on how you drive me wild..
your hands they fit so right.
it looks like our friends are playing along just fine.
well you know how to roll me up like carpet.
3 in the monring how you feeling my darling.
it must be a zoo in here
cause we should be together its clear
phone love can be hard i know.
but i'll see you when the snow dusts blow.
i'm thinking very close...
i'll hold you tonight just like 2 years ago..
yea you climb through my branches cause you know how..
talk all night tellin stories bout our old selves.
it seems so familiar.
yea cause we been here before.
its gettin late but your eyes they keep me..
seconds pass as i kiss you deeply.
next time i hope i make you glow
but its 4 am, and i really think i should go.
