Cuffing Season

It's getting late but you're in my bed
I've only known you for three weeks, but let it be said
I don't know what this is, so let's communicate
But you're already passed out because it's getting late
As you're sleeping in my arms, let me think this out
I wanna pursue something, but I have my doubts
The seasonal depression really brings out my worst
Guess I have my distraction, better put you first

The timing couldn't have been better
I've gotta write you a personal letter
It's the time for us to find romance
But we don't know it's only a six month dance

You meet my friends and I meet your folks
I think they like me since they laugh at my jokes
Neither of us know this is only a phase
We just need someone to spend with on the holidays
Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's Eve
Brought me the most joy I could have received
Too bad I couldn't read between the lines
Our last holiday together was Valentine's

The timing couldn't have been better
I've gotta write you a personal letter
It's the time for us to find romance
But we don't know it's only a six month dance

Everybody wants to feel special
Everybody wants to be above
Everybody rides another's vessel
Everybody wants to feel love



Credits
Writer(s): Zack Stokes
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