Your Whatever

I'm coughing 'cause of your cigarettes

I'll always hate that you smoke

You'll always smell like a holiday

I'm still in love with you, though

It was springtime, you were still mine

Back when I felt whole

I'm coughing 'cause of your cigarettes

I'll always hate that you smoke

I'll be your right now

I'll be your forever

Oh, I'll be your last call

I'll be your whatever

You said you really like Springsteen

And I think that I like that a lot

A flower child of the seventies

At least she thought that she was

She was wild, she was dangerous

In all the best ways

With a heart like that, she was never meant to be tamed

A flower child of the seventies

At least she thought that she was

I'll be your right now

I'll be your forever

Oh, I'll be your last call

I'll be your whatever

You're obsessed with the moon and in love with the stars

I'm in love with your soul and everything that you are

You're obsessed with the moon and in love with the stars

I'm in love with your soul and everything that you are

I'll be your right now

I'll be your forever

Oh, I'll be your last call

I'll be your whatever

I'll be your right now

I'll be your forever

Oh, I'll be your last call

I'll be your whatever