3BadSoSad

No Ms. waitress
No one is joining me
I'll be alone for a while
She left in the fall
Right as our body heat
Would work for our small bed
It's a time change
With some pain on it
I don't feel right
Where you at
And I don't have
A way to cure it
Only band-aids
Where you at
We're getting old
A new list of simple things
Something to do for a while
Touching myself
Imagining touching you
Your hands are softer than mine
I hope you hate it
Why did you do me like that
It's a cold place
Without my chest on her back
Please no more phone calls
Bout this place I ain't at
And no more stories
Want you in my day instead
I hope you hate it
Why did you do me like that
It's a cold place
Without my chest on her back
Please no more phone calls
Bout this place I ain't at
Please just come back back back back back
It's a time change
With some pain on it
I don't feel right
Where you at
And I don't have
A way to cure it
Only band-aids
Where you at
Touching myself
Imagining touching you
Your hands are softer than mine
Touching myself
Imagining touching you
When you're alone keep me in mind