Scratch The Roman Numerals

I fell asleep on your gun againLast night it was warmer than beforeMy eyes are burningFor every sigh I hearI'll roll over so you can reachFor the triggerIs it aimed at my headAre we making any progressAre we making any progressWhy are we in bed togetherDo that one more timeRight where I thinkMy legs might connectIt gets annoyingBut I'll bear with it this timeI don't talk to every girl like thisI don't talkBaby, these things feel goodBaby, these things feel goodBaby, these things feel so goodBaby, these things feel goodBaby, these things feel goodBaby, these things feel so goodIs it aimed at my headAre we making any progressAre we making any progressThis bed isn't getting any biggerThis bed isn't getting any biggerAnd these sheets don't keep me warm at nightIs it aimed at my headAre we making any progressAre we making any progress