You're out there piss drunk
While I'm still fricking sober
We both want to continue on
But tell me, what happens when it's over?
I don't want to be the one you come to
When there's nobody else to f*ck
I don't want to be your second choice
When you claim you ran our of luck
You're more than just a body
Much more than a pretty face
But still I can't lie when I say
That I want you on me, with my hands on your waist
We're so close, yet not quite there
What we're doing now is the furthest you'll go
With your hands in my hair, and kisses all over me
My mind all over, thinking about all the things you'll never know.
