one for the crew

i don't mind being the last to write a note
after the back and forth is done, if it was good, it lingers anyway
don't pay much attention to the rules when it comes to attraction
try not to have it any other way

the georgians call me a hippy
suppose they could be right
if the definition is that of truth and love
compassion through the night

promising to be low-key every time, can't really fuck with my crew
beach grunge or pretty dress, we're kinda too sweet to deny
like how i smile every time i think about the way you say july
somethings just happen like that

wanna spend the night in the green machine
to be upside down with you
maybe play hide-and-go-get in the playhouse
drive straight through the gray area into the midnight blue

want you to show me your forte
have you for breakfast on the kitchen table
do pirouettes around you as foreplay
want you to make me wish i was more stable

want you to take a load off
watch these tiny dancer's moves
mr. simon says there's 50 ways to leave your lover
but i'm finding it hard to leave, am i being rude?

like waiting for that moment when you surrender
when you take off your pants, your mask and your cool
no more attempts to steal a glance
and just like that- it's like skipping school

tripping over ourselves to dig deeper into each other
loud smiles in between, just checking in
are you still with me?
because here we are, all alone, as if we've always been

no doubt this here world, filled with people and faces
of all combinations possible, this one happens to be ours
so pull over, i can't control it any longer
pull over so we can steal a bit more of the light from the stars

or the street lamp maybe, who knows?

there she goes again, morning's light poking eyes at me
my body peels off yours letting out a moan from where i fucked up my knee
this is the part where i have to skippy off to work
you don't move much- just look up, say hi, and give me that half- ass smirk