I'm so fresh,
not worn down at all
I'm such a tight ship
I'm ask girl
how you say,
so tight
I like this better than with anyone
and I say, that makes me sad for the past you
and so you said, don't be sad
you're my future you're my future
from your dirty dish work
with your dirty hands
with your master jeans
mustard jeans on
what hi fashion
sure that
the mess
we bring this
is home all the time
all of the messages all of the masses
all of the messages
every mess
we mess up my bed
I miss my hands into your hair
I miss my arms around your shoulders
you mess up and down my body
you message across my back,
you mess up
my mind
we missed in and out of each others brains
mass in
mess out
we are massive pod
on a flat floor flat surface, cush ground
breathe heavy snore me for me
I'll whisper tired hate at you
are breathing so rough so sleep
estoy dormir
I'm sorry it's just a mess
something called something
for something
it's unsafe to step across your body
it's wrong to walk up on it
and through all the sorries
we can sure of it laugh at it mess it up more
just call it out
of love
