i snuck into your room
kissed your bare back

i meant all the words said
mostly the ones that make you nervous

i am more at home in your bed
than 19 years in my skin

but a bed cant be lived in
we both have places to go

the magic doesnt fade
with the windows open

you cant blow out your smoke
with windows closed

theres smoke in front of my face
i trace your long fingers and tell you

of every boy who has been where youve been
i burned up all of them

now the only one burning is me
naked next to you

you sleep in the afternoon
your breath is my clock

dont stop
dont stop