Creases

If I’m laying this map out for you
Could you make sure to fold it up right
Because I make it so obvious for you
Don’t let the creases come between the lines
Well we were standing there, the both of us alone
Well you were speaking slow, my breathing shallow
Then we were lying there and I could hardly move
You pulled me closer and I knew I wanted you
If I’m laying this map out for you
Could you make sure to fold it up right