Your eyes were covered in sunglasses
When they first met mine
I sat there and stared at you
You didn't seem to mind
The awkward ways we meet
First comes heavy breathing
Staring at the ceiling
What will happen next
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know
I never cared how i dressed before
But i cared that night
Anticipation ran through my bones
And my clothes never fit right
I can't wait 'til we meet again
First comes heavy breathing
Staring at the ceiling
What will happen next
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know
Framed pictures start to be put on the walls
Constant visits while im out on the road
Its hard to leave sometimes
But you know where i lay my head at night
First comes heavy breathing
Staring at the ceiling
What will happen next
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know
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