Common Ground

Common ground Hanging out On the couch Boots and boxers Making out Coming down Kill the sound Take a bow Two of us could make a crowd Read a book off of your chest Kissing my neck after sex Smoke a cigarette Sun burnt in a new body Get along with everybody Feel like i could fly Swore i could’ve read about it Shiver like it’s full-body He’s surfing on a tsunami There’s something in my eye Not what it looks like