two bodies pressed together
two boys are falling hard
the smell of sweat and leather
we both got fucked up pasts
what's so wrong with that
and that's just where i'm at
when he grills turkey burgers
he knows i like them charred
i like to wash the dishes
i like to scrub the floors
don't mind doing his laundry
what's so wrong with that
and that's just where i'm at
he drives me fucking crazy
what's so wrong with that
and that's just where i'm at
what's so wrong with that
can't wait till he's in my life