Want bruises the size of your finger tips
Right under my collar where you've pressed your lips
And I want those same hands to
Touch me in ways best friends shouldn't
Kisses in the bushes to hide from the rain
I love you so and it's not the same
Love, I've given to anyone else
macncheese never tasted so good
You say it's the kind but it's because of you
and nothing will ever taste the same again
My bunny still smells like your promises and small touches
Even in the cold rain
Ill never feel as warm as I did today
Want kisses as long as the distance to the moon
right under my collar where you've pressed your hands
And I want those same lips to
Kiss me where best friends shouldn't
