drunk in your kitchen

My lips are numb
And my hair is a mess
I spilled your dad's rum
All over my dress
You said you didn't mind
That it was from a while ago

Put on a song
That makes me feel like a child
The record's on
But it's been skipping for a while
And my hands are sloppily tracing your spine

I don't wanna go to bed just yet
Though I'm usually asleep by ten
Gonna say some things I regret
But I'll deal with that in the morning
Never understood the plan
Till I felt your thumb move in my hand
But I'm drunk in your kitchen
Pray to God you were listening



Credits
Writer(s): Daphne Eckman
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