Make Out

I like to think I live in film
She's much more digital
She sends me pictures in her rollerblades for visual
She's eating pickles from a jar, I think I love her
That girl I met inside a bar in East Virginia

Do you want me?
I'm here waiting
Let's just make out
What's the harm now?

I think your friend was into me more than you were
But you still call me when you're drunk
So maybe I'm wrong
You stuck your tongue out from the crowd, I must be lonely
'Cause you're not that girl I miss in Kansas City

Do you want me?
I'm here waiting
Let's just make out
What's the harm now?

Do you want me?
I'm here waiting
Let's just make out
What's the harm now?

(Ah, fuck)
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
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