Walking barefoot in my room

Sitting on the carpet you let your hair dry slowly sit right next to the socket of my record player

The brown furry towel it barely covers half of your naked body and I can see the soles of your feet peeking thru

And I can imagine this lasting a lifetime

You eat the marshmallows off my desk

Yes I see the silver lining of our life line

It’s slipping off your salty lips

And every time you cry it breaks the universe into bits and pieces and tiny parts of my lies

as I was saying you’re sitting on the carpet and as your hair is drying you’re singing another one of those

Awful punk songs

And even though you’re fully aware how much I hate it you know I can’t resist the smile that’s overflowing your pretty round face

pretty round face

pretty round face

pretty round face

And I can imagine this lasting a lifetime

You eat the marshmallows off my desk

Yes I see the silver lining of our life line

It’s slipping off your blood-red lips

And every time you cry it breaks the universe into bits and pieces and tiny parts of my lies