Roe Kapara — This Time Last Week

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You’re wet from all the crying
I feel like I’ve been dying
Your lips, they feel like home
You smell like broken records
Can’t glue them back together
I left my charger on your phone

This time last week
Naked on my couch
And kids our age, we
Can’t seem to slow down

You put my T-shirt in your mouth
You wrap your legs around me
You said you can feel my heartbeat
I put my head between your thighs
This bedroom’s tasting so sweet
You scream to God, «Just hold me!»

This time last week
Naked on my couch
And kids our age we
Can’t seem to slow down

You put my T-shirt in your mouth
You wrap your legs around me
You said you could feel my heartbeat
I put my head between your thighs
This bedroom’s tasting so sweet
You scream to God, «Just hold me!»

You put my fingers in your mouth
You wrap your legs around me
You said you could feel my heartbeat
I put my head between your thighs
This bedroom’s tasting so sweet
You scream to God, «Just hold me!»