Her
I'd entertain her, masturbate to her
I'd spill my guts to her, take her picture
I'd change my name for her, crash my car for her
Drink alone with her
I'd shut up for her to be heard
She could bend me, she could give it up
She'd never let me
But she could never read my mind
Her eyes are open, mouth too big to shut
Door is closing, sheets lay un-tucked
Breath is changing, words are tough to judge
She keeps me waiting, she keeps me waiting
And she could bend me, she could give it up
She'd never let me
But she could never read my mind
If she could trust me, If I could make this mine
Then I could love her, It might've been fine
Might've been, might've been fine
Might've been, might've been fine
Writer/s: Nicolle Dupas, Terra Chaplin, Megan Bell, Ally Von Wallis