sunday
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 |