Quicksand of loving
When the guilt sets in tell me what are we going to do?
Your tongue is wet with top secret passion, I hope I am the cause of it.
Fight the urge to explore the vastness of your curves I adore.
Yes it's true you brain washed me and now I'm in love with you
I still somehow hope I end up with you
Yes it's true I romanticize every single thing I do, especially when it comes to you.
Screw what my supposed friends think it's obvious they reek of jealousy
I hope to God I mean a little more than the sounds that escape your tired 4am lips.
I wish I ment a little more than a symphony of heavy breathing and the friction of hips.
Your tongue is wet with top secret passion, I hope I am the cause of it.
Fight the urge to explore the vastness of your curves I adore.
Yes it's true you brain washed me and now I'm in love with you
I still somehow hope I end up with you
Yes it's true I romanticize every single thing I do, especially when it comes to you.
Screw what my supposed friends think it's obvious they reek of jealousy
I hope to God I mean a little more than the sounds that escape your tired 4am lips.
I wish I ment a little more than a symphony of heavy breathing and the friction of hips.