If i talk to you
will you stick around?
i like the way you look
i like the way you touch
if you were my friend
do you think we could pretend?
that everything's alright
i know you like it when we fight.
uh oh hello
it's like a sunday night
we're smoking with the windows down
i know it's not polite
to always want to kiss and bite
uh oh hello
you look so good when you're a mess. i don't know why
the candy wrappers on the floor match your eyes
and when i pass the old high school i think of you
and all those summer nights we held hands and knew
