Call Home

Sun high, dead July

Sleep with open windows

Your scent still on my skin

It hasn’t been so long

But I'm learning all your angles

Play them over like a good song

Got it bad, cinematic banter, heavy breathing

Say you’re happy here

Think I believe it

But I’m careful when we’re kissing

Still waiting for permission

Your hands drip gold

Over me until I glow

You grin, I fold

But I’m getting tired of laying low

Each time you call home

Tell me, does your mama know?

Neon, turn you on

Leaving after midnight

My birthday in your phone

I know your friends by name

So it isn’t far to wonder

Do you talk about me the same?

Your hands drip gold

Over me until I glow

You grin, I fold

But I’m getting tired of laying low

Each time you call home

Tell me, does your mama know?

Tell me, does your mama

Tell me, does your mama

No pressure

Slow and measured

I know what I said but listen

Close for comfort

Who will run first

I am done for

I am done for

I am done for

I am done for

I am done for

I am done for

I am done for

I am done for

I...

Your hands drip gold

Tell me, does your mama know?

Each time you call home

Tell me, does your mama know?