Bed Sheets

Poetry is lost on
Girls like me
I'd rather pretend to sleep
While I watch you watch me breathe
Illusions of control
They're all I've ever known
I'm on my way back home
If you wanna set the scene
(I really like the way)
You make my life so hard
Cigarette in your hand
Driving down the boulevard
(I don't wanna tell)
My friends the things we do
(We know it's true)
How I sleep all day 'cus my bedsheets smell like you
Look me in the eyes
And tell me pretty lies
Play The Smiths and kiss me
On the side of the road
I did not mean to scare you
By saying I won't share you
My sweet and tender nature's
Got me in a hold
You're so intriguing
Is there a side of you I'm not seeing?
A sign in the distance I'm not reading?
I don't wanna lose this feeling
So as the fire spreads inside me
I know there's only one thing left to do
But before I can catch my breath he says
(I don't want to go on without you)
(I really like the way)
You make my life so hard
Cigarette in your hand
Driving down the boulevard
(I don't wanna tell)
My friends the things we do
(We know it's true)
How I sleep all day 'cus my bedsheets smell like you
(Fuck)