Ur Hair

You asked if your hair looked ok I said yes How long has it been oh ten years, yeah I guess You're hearts beating strange I'm too tired to text Touch without words I think you know the rest The night feels so young but it's four am And you're with him The road the thighs The mountain the drives The feeling that we keep inside We're so depressed cause we live such good lives Your parent's house won't ever feel the same Impressions on beds, overtime I think I love you, I don't Your lies, My nos You post, I scroll You cry, I roll The heat, The cold I fucked up the show I'm cutting to cope I hope you know I know you know I know you knew My dick, Your throat Your clit, My clue You asked if your hair looked ok I said yes How long has it been oh ten years, yeah I guess You're hearts beating strange I'm too tired to text