drunk in your kitchen

My lips are numb And my hair is a mess I spilled your dad's rum All over my dress You said you didn't mind That it was from a while ago Put on a song That makes me feel like a child The record's on But it's been skipping for a while And my hands are sloppily tracing your spine I don't wanna go to bed just yet Though I'm usually asleep by ten Gonna say some things I regret But I'll deal with that in the morning Never understood the plan Till I felt your thumb move in my hand But I'm drunk in your kitchen Pray to God you were listening