Ur Hair

You asked if your hair looked ok I said yes
How long has it been oh ten years, yeah I guess
You're hearts beating strange I'm too tired to text
Touch without words I think you know the rest
The night feels so young but it's four am
And you're with him
The road the thighs
The mountain the drives
The feeling that we keep inside
We're so depressed cause we live such good lives
Your parent's house won't ever feel the same
Impressions on beds, overtime
I think I love you, I don't
Your lies, My nos
You post, I scroll
You cry, I roll
The heat, The cold
I fucked up the show
I'm cutting to cope
I hope you know
I know you know
I know you knew
My dick, Your throat
Your clit, My clue
You asked if your hair looked ok I said yes
How long has it been oh ten years, yeah I guess
You're hearts beating strange I'm too tired to text