Oct 2015
I swear I could be better*
the car sways through the hills
I feel your pants press against mine
just a piece of fabric separating
your skin from mine
my palms are sweaty
my heart stuck in my chest
my mind racing to bed sheets & sweat
the secret we could have
oh, the mess we could make*
you walk away and don't say a word
our silence sexier than the anticipation
the car sways through the hills
I feel your pants press against mine
just a piece of fabric separating
your skin from mine
my palms are sweaty
my heart stuck in my chest
my mind racing to bed sheets & sweat
the secret we could have
oh, the mess we could make*
you walk away and don't say a word
our silence sexier than the anticipation
