Is whatcha said the questioning of me?
Does your heart believe that we mean more than one thing?
I want something
I wanna kiss your tummy
Lick your somethings, and tell you everything i'm wanting
No point in talking it out
You've got it all figured out
If you leave i'm missing this
Stop losing trust in this
To think you've twined all the thread
And still the cloth frays instead
And now it's all in your head