I've got these thoughts
Not even my own
Swimming in my head
It's close hold
You have too much
To handle it
He'd never write you back
Forget about it Oh,
forget about it
Don't ever go home
Don't tell me when you try
To forget your name And drive around at night
Swimming in my head Until my tongue rolls
Undress me when I'm older Anything to be alone
I'm * stained stuck in your backseat Never thought myself so dirty
Won't you shower me Cut me clean
To become someone else Makes us all feel wrong
Your hands on your eyes The feeling when you're gone
I'm * stained stuck in your backseat Never thought myself so dirty
Won't you shower me Cut me clean
I'm * stained wrapped around your jeans Take me over
Selfish not the one you want to be alone with you
Oh,
forget about it
Oh,
forget about iiiit
Turn to your left
She'd be yours to see
your lip,
the print in your heel,
the shade of your skin,
the beat of your breath, the
touch of your teeth,
the sound of your voice when you're looking at me,
the heat of your
hand,
the breath when you speak,
the brush in your hair,
the thread of your jeans,
the
lift in your step,
the hope in your eye,
the truth in your voice when you're telling a
lie,
the truth in your voice when you're telling a lie...