Your Kitchen Floor

I've stayed too long but I think it's okay By the way she whispered and caught my gaze It's the tears on my jeans and the red in her face And the desperation that clouds this space It's your hand in my hand and whiskey breathe Another day of the week I'll try to repress A 4 of 10 but you know best Another night and a drink I'll watch you undress My head on your head and yours on my shoulder On your kitchen floor thats seen many hangovers You've got me needing this Love, take it slow My heart is in your hands I'm running through the front door What's the game we play? You leave me wanting more Bury me underneath the kitchen floor