you are so lovely in your wicked ways
you are heavy
i can feel it, so can the room
everyone is waiting for that pause
the one you find yourself existing in
you are so lovely in your wicked ways
finding the quirks
the imbalanced romanticism in their dialect
'yeah, i’m a southern boy'
the kind you swore you’d stay away from
you spent too many nights with knights at rogue water
underage but over your limit
oh boy, that patagonia
slinging country song quarters into the jukebox
take me home!
you are so lovely, even in your wicked ways
do you like country music?
he turns left for the freeway
do you know how to drive stick shift?
you are so lovely, even in your wicked ways
i didn’t fold her laundry
she left my XXL t-shirts without wrinkles
pink, without wrinkles
you are so lovely in your wicked ways
he mixes a couple of drinks for you
reaches to grab your hand from across the bar
seared by the tea-light candle
i waltzed out of that bar like i had him
he is small and beautiful with a temper
i could love him all while hating him
i’m just a gal whose nose bled
after falling into his bed (more than once)
more than once
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
you are so lovely in your wicked ways
you are heavy
i can feel it, so can the room
everyone is waiting for that pause
the one you find yourself existing in
you are so lovely in your wicked ways
finding the quirks
the imbalanced romanticism in their dialect
'yeah, i’m a southern boy'
the kind you swore you’d stay away from
you spent too many nights with knights at rogue water
underage but over your limit
oh boy, that patagonia
slinging country song quarters into the jukebox
take me home!
you are so lovely, even in your wicked ways
do you like country music?
he turns left for the freeway
do you know how to drive stick shift?
you are so lovely, even in your wicked ways
i didn’t fold her laundry
she left my XXL t-shirts without wrinkles
pink, without wrinkles
you are so lovely in your wicked ways
he mixes a couple of drinks for you
reaches to grab your hand from across the bar
seared by the tea-light candle
i waltzed out of that bar like i had him
he is small and beautiful with a temper
i could love him all while hating him
i’m just a gal whose nose bled
after falling into his bed (more than once)
more than once
