Los Angeles Lullaby

It's seven o'clock
On the dot and I'm
Thinking of having you over

A couple of shots
In the dark and we
End up under covers

We were both
Asleep together
I relied on what you did

Butterflies, travel from my stomach
Into my lungs where I cannot breathe



Credits
Writer(s): Ilyass Fettah
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