send me a sext of the dead skunk on the road
an sms text of the bumps on your nose
i wanna count the cracks in your skinny lanky knees
im just a greasy boy with a gross boys needs
and when my phone buzzes i can feel you in my soul
and when i touch your ribs i almost lose control
i hate that you dont love me i think youre really nice
i want you sexts to keep me up all night
under my sheets is where ill go to die
i found myself there when you kissed that other guy
lights went out and my life flashed before my eyes
i know the pressures of being alive