Oh How

"Yes, it's true


You've brainwashed me and now I'm more confused


I still somehow hope I end up with you


Yes, it's true


I romanticize every single thing I do


especially when it comes to you
 
 
I hope to god I mean a little more than the sounds that escape your tired 4 A.M. lips


Oh-how I wish I meant a little more than a symphony of heavy breathing and the friction of hips"