Butter

All that ever keeps me high
Is to know I can lean on you
Should I ever change the sides
I’ll let you know
I won’t lose my desire
If you’re not in for days
We could end up higher
But I can’t keep you safe
Is this why I’m losing my reality
In your bed
In your bed
I need your hands on my skin
Reloading my magazin
Spitting out my finest self
In your head your greatest sin
I’m not in for keeping you warm
You’re not safe if you lean on me
I’m not in for keeping you warm
In your bed
In your bed
I need your hands on my skin
Reloading my magazin
Spitting out my finest self
In your head your greatest sin
I need your hands on my skin
Reloading my magazin
Spitting out my finest self
In your head your greatest sin
I won’t claim possession
You might treat me right
This is no obsession
You’re just on my mind
Is this why I’m moving my reality
Onto your bed
On your bed