I can't get it out my head
I feel like a child when I lie in your bed
One foot out the door to be honest
I found it with you for a moment

Nobody is meant for me
I crossed the river to find
Love was made for watering
If I don't believe in us
Nobody is meant for me

Either way are we fucked
Is it ironic we don't touch enough
I want to find my ending and cut
To the chase

Composição: Bess Atwell