Sticky

Yeah we had our lessons I'm doing alright now Cause you take my weight off I wonder if you knew So hit me when the ground moves Meet me in the bathroom Tell me what the odds are And when to move And yeah you can hit my Juul There's nothing that I'd rather do Than counting the freckles on your face And shoot it to the moon Is it really something when my hands get sticky And it's hard to breath but I'll get through (somehow) Pretty, pretty, could it be impossible to do Not to ever fall in love with you? Yeah we're doing alright now Cause we're on different sides now And were making a living But we're so consumed So show me all your aces Tell me all the latest But are you really waiting for when I move? Yeah you can hit my Juul There's nothing that I'd rather do Than counting the freckles on your face And shoot it to the moon Is it really something when my hands get sticky And it's hard to breath but I'll get through (somehow) Pretty, pretty, could it be impossible to do Not to ever fall in love with you?