We often don’t know the ones we love, but we fuck like we do.
Melting asphalt
Running start
Winded tongue ties from a
Heatstruck heart
Are you still coursing through my veins
Or is this rain
Whispered message
Ear to ear
Tongued transmissions
Made unclear
Are you still carving out a man?
Is that the plan, is that the plan?
If I could fall out
Of love with you
I need to fall out
Of love with you
Please let me fall out
Of love with you
Ooh it’s magic,
We somehow imagined
But I don’t pretend to
Know what’s inside you
If I could fall out
Of love with you
I need to fall out
Of love with you
Please let me fall out
Of love with you
I need to stop falling for boys who still live in Ohio. Lesson learned? Clearly not…
