(Hobbies)

Have I told you how I like to see him breathe?

Like he can barely catch the air between his tongue and teeth

'Cause I glide so free

Or how he sometimes moans and cries for others that he left

Yet out the door, I would become like all of them thereafter

So I feel us try so very hard to not let who is gone before be who we are

And as we lay like gymnasts after tumbling

He says he doesn’t have to try with me

But we'll see

Sex in the morning, you can't handle anymore

Sex in the morning, I promise I’ll start saying sorry more

I'm just scared 'cause you never do anything wrong

I'm scared but I can't let you make my skin crawl

You feel for me but I got nothing

Stopping the beat but I can't figure it out

On it goes, on and on and on it goes

When we leave this cold

On and on and on it goes