Anything But You

sitting in the backseat. i don’t wanna talk about anything but you. anything but you.
dancing at the party. i don’t wanna think about anything but you. anything but you.
“i’ll jump if you jump,” but i already had.
kiss in the closet. now i wake up in your bed.
another day. another text me when can.
another way to see your name again.
sitting in the backseat. i don’t wanna talk about anything but you. anything but you.
dancing at the party. i don’t wanna think about anything but you. anything but you.
oh, sometimes i miss you when we’re kissing have to open my eyes.
fall into cars in the middle of the street.
your tongue in my mouth in the door of a taxi.
a seedy dive bar with men who want you
while you give me head in the bathroom.
sitting in the backseat. i don’t wanna talk about anything but you. anything but you.
dancing at the party. i don’t wanna think about anything but you. anything but you.
don’t want anybody
want anybody
don’t want anybody
i want you.
don’t want anybody
want anybody
don’t want anybody
i want you.
sitting in the backseat. i don’t wanna talk about anything but you. anything but you.
dancing at the party. i don’t wanna think about anything but you. anything but you.
don’t want anybody
want anybody
don’t want anybody
i want you.
don’t want anybody
want anybody
don’t want anybody
i want you.