I always think it's over, until drunken nights when I beg to come over
You can smell the ***** on my breath
I sense the disappointment judging by the look on your face
I know how badly you crave the taste
You're sober
I know I'm going nowhere
But I always end up back in your bed
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
I always think it's over, until drunken nights when I beg to come over
You can smell the ***** on my breath
I sense the disappointment judging by the look on your face
I know how badly you crave the taste
You're sober
I know I'm going nowhere
But I always end up back in your bed
