“Being broken hearted in Los Angeles, CA ain’t so bad due to the abundance of beautiful distractions. This song graphically depicts the promiscuity I indulged in following my break up.”
Sitting in my apartment all alone here in the summer heat
Makes for a good time to call you over
So u show up at my door wearing your sun dress
You know I like it when you wear your hair down
So we gon’ turn off the fans
And we gon’ make it hot in here
Cause I wanna get it on with you
Oh how it glistens on your face, makes me erase
All the bullshit on my mind
Only your sweet caress to blame
We don’t gotta say a word, just let our bodies do the talking now
Ain’t gotta worry bout me, cause I’m focused on you
Would u mind if I go down? Tell me do u mind if I go down?
PRE CHORUS 1:
I was gon’ hip u to my past, but nights like this don’t seem to last
When I open my mouth to find it’s connected to my brain
Look at my face and then forget me, cause kissing my lips
Will evidently start with pleasure and end with pain
CHORUS:
All my leaves fall down as they take their journey floating to the ground
All my feelings change as u try to rearrange the way
That I live my life and you’re caught between the seasons of me
And I’m sorry for it, but u can’t predict my weather
Forecast skies of grey with sunshine penetrating any day
Rainfall in the west, but overcast would probably say it best
When it comes to my heart
Sitting in my apartment all alone here in the winter cold
Sounds like a good time to call you over
So u show up at my door wearing your tight coat
You know I like it when you wear your nails dark baby
So we gon’ turn up the heat and we gon’ make it hot in here
Cause I wanna get it on with you now
Oh how you adjust to my pace, make me erase
All the bullshit on my mind
Only the tattoo on the back of your neck to blame
We don’t gotta say a word, just let our bodies do the talking now
Ain’t gotta worry bout mine, cause I’m gon’ get u yours
Would you mind if I touched you there, can I pull your hair?
Tell me do you mind if I go down
PRE CHORUS 2:
I was gon’ hip u to her smile, cause frankly baby it’s been a while
Since I opened up and told somebody how I feel
Look at my face and then remember, that kissing my lips could
Lead to danger, stab my wounds they will not heal
CHORUS
Sitting in my apartment all alone here in the spring time air
Makes for a good time to say don’t come round here no more
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