Brooke Bentham With Love
Baby, he got sick
And told me not to kiss him on the lips
Because I had to sing that week
And that is the most romantic thing
Bodies in hot water with the lights off
Feeling like I'm doing myself some good
Hold my fingers over the only flame
That lights this room
You got it all messed up
We don't think too much about it
Erratic
Unstable
We perform it with love
Hold my keys through my fingers
When I'm walking in the dark alone
And the street lights, they are beautiful
I wish that I could enjoy them more
Streets, they stay the same, but I don't
How am I supposed to process that?
They stay the same, but I don't
How am I supposed to process that?
We got it all messed up
We don't think too much about it
Erratic
Unstable
We perform it with love
Erratic
Unstable
We perform it with love
