Your Kitchen Floor

I've stayed too long but I think it's okay
By the way she whispered and caught my gaze
It's the tears on my jeans and the red in her face
And the desperation that clouds this space

It's your hand in my hand and whiskey breathe
Another day of the week I'll try to repress
A 4 of 10 but you know best
Another night and a drink I'll watch you undress

My head on your head and yours on my shoulder
On your kitchen floor thats seen many hangovers

You've got me needing this
Love, take it slow
My heart is in your hands
I'm running through the front door
What's the game we play? You leave me wanting more
Bury me underneath the kitchen floor



Credits
Writer(s): Bradley Anders
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