I'm only 18
I don't know **** about life
you're 22
you know **** about life
that's why for you I was a chapter
but for me you were a book

right person, wrong time
you know it, I know it
we both say "**** it"

I'm craving your hands
dancing fingers across my bare hips
I'm craving your lips
sending sparks from my mouth all the way to my toes
but you hate feet
and sometimes I think
that's why you won't call