Young Love

I wake up yawning
It's half past 10- Sunday morning
I've got an ache in my head and a drink in my hand
I want to smoke and not die
I want a clean conscience every Friday night

We laugh because it isn't funny
I'm so confident I can't stand up
Slip your tongue into my mouth
We're a tunnel of missexuality
And I'm in love.

Textual intercourse feels like rape
Lubrication of body and mind
Is your phone better than mine?
Am I the one you think of to every song?
Am I the one you wanna hold when your homework goes wrong?

I'm sitting on my ego
Walking bear foot on a saw wood floor
I feel I'm the last person I'd ever want to know
Patterned expressions on paper faces
Look at me like that again and I'll nail you to the door

All these relationships smiling at me
Without any teeth
I'll shoot your love into my veins
Every single time it rains