That's the Spirit

I saw that smile Through Another ones phone There’s no sense in sleeping now I’ll just drone On about how your bralettes Probably slipping off It’s probably slipping off Onto a different ground Naives a great swimmer But I’d love to let it drown Tell me how I love this Show me how it’s worth it Tie me down And scrape the last drop of worry off my bed (Scrap the last drop of worry off my bed) I wake up Bare skin yours You taste like the spirits Hidden in your purse Sleep ‘till 11 you got plans at 12 I wish we could but there’s nothing to talk about You know I wanna be mad Babe You know I wish could Babe Now it’s slippin through Right through the cracks Right through the cracks