I drink like you kiss,
recklessly like we are 17.
And as kids smoking their first cigarettes,
we are older and we should know better.
So with your shoulders next to mine,
I won’t sleep this night.
And with my ankles crossed I lie
and wonder if this feels right.
You smoke like I kiss,
cautiously and sparingly with purpose.
As kids drinking for the first time with our friends,
the smell of beer on our breath makes us nervous.
So with your shoulders next to mine,
I won’t sleep this night.
And with my ankles crossed I lie
and wonder if this feels right,
does anything feel right?
And I don't miss you like I should,
but I will miss you when you're gone.
And I don't miss you like I should,
but I will miss you when you're gone.
So with your shoulders next to mine,
I won’t sleep this night.
And with my ankles crossed I lie
and wonder if this feels right.
But if you went away I might lie awake and wonder,
why I didn't kiss you goodbye when I had the chance?
Oh to be so reckless.