New Couch Party - March 34th

In a second, or so, you know we'll get through
'Til then I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Waiting, I said, is just too much
And I can't break a heart just for another crutch
She's so volcanic, ran it
From one end of the planet
And she's asking all the right questions
Sending me into a panic

Sooner or later, you'll get your fix
Sometimes in dreams I don't exist
Bring the tide and left alone
So far away now and yet she's home
She's such a goddess, honest
How can she be so flawless
In the afterthoughts of fallen stars
It's so hard to be modest

A closed door, an open sore
I'm seeing less, and I'm wanting more
Let's make it right, and sneak out tonight
You think she'll bite, I just might

A split down the middle
I want you more than just a little
If you're holding onto secrets
Then how can I solve your riddle
She don't need no slumber
No, she just needs some sleep
And if I'm the one who's playing you
You'll play me on repeat, oh

Written by:
Jesse McIntosh

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