He tasted like **** and cheap liquor
It was 5 in the morning
We were on the couch
Friends on the floor
Our bodies were close
And it was hot
Early morning light crept in
But I couldn't see his face
He kissed me even though he shouldn't have
I think I was still a little drunk
I got that feeling again
The feeling of being wanted
But it only lasted a little while
Until it was time to go home
And I knew he wouldn't think of me again
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
He tasted like **** and cheap liquor
It was 5 in the morning
We were on the couch
Friends on the floor
Our bodies were close
And it was hot
Early morning light crept in
But I couldn't see his face
He kissed me even though he shouldn't have
I think I was still a little drunk
I got that feeling again
The feeling of being wanted
But it only lasted a little while
Until it was time to go home
And I knew he wouldn't think of me again
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