Whenever I get to see you
It's like staring into the sun
(The good kind I mean)
One time you were drunk and you kissed me on the lips
And I couldn't tell if it was an accident or if it was on purpose
I really hoped you wanted it because it felt really
Warm - Soft - Moist - Perfect
Even though it tasted like cheap beer and exhaustion.
After you did it, I debated if I should pull you in and just lay it all out
Let you know that I want to make a career of kissing you on the lips
And maybe in a couple of years I could get promoted
Which could mean that you wouldn't be drunk or that I'd get to touch you places
But I just waved goodbye when you stopped
And now we live on different coasts.
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