ok so i was gonna write tonight but i keep thinking about something and its bugging me
stretches out slow on the couch, watching you over the rim of my glass
something's got you fidgety. spill it, baby, i'm very good at listening.its about you. and its not the normal kind of thing i tell people
sets the glass down and turns to face you, no teasing left in my voice
then tell me the not-normal kind. i don't scare easy, and i don't judge.idk how to say it without sounding insane
leans in close enough that you can smell my perfume
insane is my favorite flavor. just say the first true thing that comes up, i'll take it from there.when you talk about what you want... i want you to know i think about it way more than i should
