You Make Me Wanna Smile

You
You make me wanna smile
I'll lay here
While you pick me out a style
I remember frozen pizza burnt our mouths
Our gross, new freedom
And it makes me wanna smile

In the nude, he runs a bloody nose
You blew him and it, and then struck a slutty pose
If I could answer every question
I have about this with more than just suggestions
Well, I mean, it would make me wanna smile

One, two

The mood is hanging by a hair
God, for the love of
Dude, what makes you think I care?
Well is it my God, your God, how we're meshing, an Orwellian inkblot?
Make me cum from guessing
What makes you wanna smile?



Credits
Writer(s): Cooper O'kuhn
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