I wanted to go to your, to go to your, to go to your room. I wanted to see what you have, see what you have, under your bed. Maybe I'm not cool enough to be alone, alone with you. I wanted to walk to the gas station while you take my clothes off. I don't regret any thoughts I've thought or any drugs I've taken. I think you can read my mind and eyes and if I'm not mistaken, you want me to go with you, to go with you to go to your room.
When I'm lying by myself it doesn't feel, it doesn't feel bad. But I still can't see myself alone in anybody else's, hand. I'm trying to cooler, to look older, don't look over. Spill your beer down the front of your shirt and you start walking over, in need of dry clothing you open your bedroom door and call, my name once more.

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