Make Out

I like to think I live in film, she's much more digital

She sends me pictures in her roller blades for visual

She's eating pickles from the jar, I think I love her

That girl I met inside a bar in East Virginia

Do you want me?

I'm here waiting

Let's just make out

What's the harm now?

I think your friend is into me more than you were

But you still call me when you're drunk, so maybe I'm wrong

You stuck your tongue out from the crowd, I must be lonely

'Cause you're not that girl I miss in Kansas City

Do you want me?

I'm here waiting

Let's just make out

What's the harm now?

Do you want me?

I'm here waiting

Let's just make out

What's the harm now?

Ah, fuck