roll over, when the sun warms softened cheeks
Kiss me through the scent of morning; i'll ignore it for your lips
climb on and be distasteful and adolescent
make out like we've not surpassed these childish obsessions
taste sweet sweat and candlewax where public eyes are only near obscure
True love is wet and unclean;
like children's toes in playful mud
I am glossy eyed and sleepy at the end of lovers' laughing rampage
Kiss me through the scent of morning; i'll ignore it for your lips
climb on and be distasteful and adolescent
make out like we've not surpassed these childish obsessions
taste sweet sweat and candlewax where public eyes are only near obscure
True love is wet and unclean;
like children's toes in playful mud
I am glossy eyed and sleepy at the end of lovers' laughing rampage