(Hobbies)

Have I told you how I like to see him breathe? Like he can barely catch the air between his tongue and teeth 'Cause I glide so free Or how he sometimes moans and cries for others that he left behind Yet out the door, I would become like all of them thereafter So I feel us try so very hard to not Let who is gone before be who we are And as we lay like gymnasts after tumbling He says he doesn't have to try with me But we'll see Sex in the morning, you can't handle anymore Sex in the morning, I promise I'll start saying sorry more I'm just scared 'cause you never do anything wrong I'm scared but I can't let you make my skin crawl You feel for me but I got nothing Stopping the beat but I can't figure it out On it goes, on and on and on it goes When we leave this cold On and on and on it goes