Vintage corduroys
Laying on the floor
Wax from your candle slowly drips
And the well is dried up
My lips would kiss every inch of your body
If I had the chance to stay a little longer
Forget to water yourself
With white wine and kisses
From all the shoulda coulda woulda
Wished a thousand wishes
But a million wishes couldn't save you from yourself
The sour taste left my tongue
Is bittersweet
Vintage corduroys
Laying on the floor
Wax from your candle slowly drips
And the well is dried up
My lips would kiss every inch of your body
If I had the chance to stay a little longer
Can't remember the names but remember the faces
I don't count the days I just count the phases
And the places
I've laid my body down
The sour taste left my tongue
Is bittersweet
I want to be the place you call home
Semi Sweet escape that everybody knows
Wishing only gets me so far
My body is my temple
A place of endless gold
Body is my temple
Place of endless gold
Vintage corduroys
Laying on the floor
Wax from your candle slowly drips
And the well is dried up