Making noises maybe you don't hear.
Maybe you know or you have no idea.
Bodies screaming, maybe it ain't clear.
Foolin around, pull back the liquor.
Did I ever confess, that I love this mess you made me?
And whatever is left, comes undone when you hold me?
If I ever confess, I'm best I've been in ages.
So whoever you love, I'm cool.
Silent moves confuse the bed we're in.
Losing my head, losing control again.
Body language says we're more than
friends fooling around, here comes the kicker.
Did I ever confess that I love this mess you made me?
And whatever is left, comes undone when you hold me?
If I ever confess, I'm the best I've been in ages.
So whoever you love, I'm cool.
Daydreams.
Keep me.
Floating.
In and out my head.
Did I ever confess that I love this mess you made me?
And whatever is left comes undone when you hold me?
If I ever confess, I'm the best I've been in ages.
So whoever you love, I'm cool.
I'm cool.
I'm cool.

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