thinking that when we get home

we could lay down in my bed

we'd watch the movie

we always said we wanted

i could see the rest of your tattoos

you could hold my head in ur hands

you could make me soft again

soft again

thinking that when i get home

i might be over it

but for right right now

i'll let you be what i'm wanting

brushed hands and music in the car

nicotine and wine drunk in the park

i feel it comin in

you could make me soft again

make me soft in your head like a worn in jacket like a cat we'll pretend that you aren't allergic

make me soft in your head in your bed cause then it just might happen again

soft again