oh, hey.
i'm back so soon! what?! how? i'm supposed to be writing a paper that's due at 2 and i have classes straight from 11-2. so. clearly i'm not doing what i'm supposed to be doing. and i'm not really sure that i care very much either way.
anyhow, i really like this song. i didn't at first. i'm having a huge issue listening to any of the radio stations in my city because the popular music stations are all playing shitty dance songs and i think they all sound the same. but whatever. so i listen to a lot of slacker radio these days. it was weird at first, but now i love it. i listen to it at the gym because my current music selection is so horrible it makes me uncomfortable how awful it is.
so without further ado, sweater weather by the neighborhood.
all i am is a man; i want the world in my hands. i hate the beach but i stand in california with my toes in the sand. use the sleeves of my sweater. let's have an adventure; head in the clouds but my gravity is centered. touch my neck, i'll touch yours. you in those little high wasted shorts, oh.
she knows what i think about and what i think about: one love, two mouths, one love one house; no shirt, no blouse. just us, you find out nothing that i wouldn't wanna tell you about, no. 'cause it's too cold for you here and now so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater.
and if i may just take your breath away, i don't mind if there's not much to say. sometimes the silence guides our mind to move to a place so far away. the goosebumps start to raise the minute that my left hand meets your waist. and then i watch your face-- put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love the taste, yeah.
these hearts adore everyone the other beats heart is for. inside this place is warm, outside it starts to pour. coming down. one love, two mouths. one love, one house. no shirt, no blouse. just us you find out nothing that i wouldn't wanna tell you about no, no. 'cause it's too cold for you here now and so now let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater.
lyrical fitness
A long-time music lover who likes to share her genre-and-era-jumping playlists with the internet at large, even though only she reads them in the end.