Charlotte Sands
I think I talk about you
Every time you walk out the door.
I told my mom about you.
Damn, I’ve never done that before.
I’d break his heart, I’d make some art
And then he’d call me a horrible person.
But now I’m thinking ’bout you
Every time that I’m waking up.
I wrap my arms around you.
Even then, you’re not close enough.
You’re on my tongue, you’re in my lungs,
You call me yours and it sucks ’cause it’s working.
I brace for the damage.
You’re perfect. I panic.
So happy, it’s tragic.
Yeah, I want you like that.
Don’t freak out. I’m nervous.
I’ll break us on purpose.
I’m fucked, but it’s worth it.
Yeah, I want you like that.
The way you look at me, you’re good to me.
Don’t know what this is.
Not used to honesty
And honestly, it’s making me sick.
It’s weird you treat me like a person and you don’t try to fix me.
Just wanna be with me.
But you’re tracing every line of my tattoos.
Wasting all our time in your bedroom.
Make it out alive?
I don’t want to.
’Cause I want you.
Yeah.
I brace for the damage.
You’re perfect. I panic.
So happy, it’s tragic.
Yeah, I want you like that.
Don’t freak out. I’m nervous.
I’ll break us on purpose.
I’m fucked, but it’s worth it.
Yeah, I want you like that.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I want you like that.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I want you like that.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I want you like that.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I want you like that.
I brace for the damage.
You’re perfect. I panic.
So happy, it’s tragic.
Yeah, I want you like that.
Don’t freak out. I’m nervous.
I’ll break us on purpose.
I’m fucked, but it’s worth it.
Yeah, I want you like that.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I want you like that.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I want you like that.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I want you like that.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I want you like that.
