Cooler - Gleemer

I like your hair

but they’re pulling it out from the furniture

You left the lake on a lighter note

but I could tell you were crying home

I felt different lying on the sand

while you washed out

You pulled my foot to let the water rush

around my chest

I’ll hold your hair

but you’re throwing up all on the furniture

You pulled my shirt off alone again

but I could tell you were caving in