Last Thing He Said To Me In Person - Cecile Believe

Relying on my sketchy intuition

I’m crawling into your bed like I wanted to

I don’t want to

I want you

I don’t want you

I can’t give you love the way you want it

But you keep coming back for another one

Another one

Another one

And another one

Boom clap

Kiss me like that

Mm snap

Now I’m sitting in your lap

Want to please you

And want to burn you

Don’t know if I want to welcome to this place

Too late

Welcome to America

Thought you might be different

But you’re fucked up just like the rest of us

Welcome to America

Thought I always wanted you

But I don’t know if I do I do

And I don’t

And I will and I won’t

I know you like to play the music louder

And I was brought up in a quiet place

A quiet place

I like to let my hair down though babe

You come over and we can have a ball

But the subtext is complicated

Should I be your baby

Could I even be your baby

Boom clap

Kiss me like that

Damn snap

Now I’m sitting in your lap

I don’t want to love you

But I love you

Don’t know if you should welcome me to this place

Too late

Welcome to America

Thought you might be different

But you’re fucked up just like the rest of us

Welcome to America

Thought I always wanted you

But I don’t know if I do I do

And I don’t

And I will and I won’t

And I love but I shouldn’t

And I’ll give but I’ll go