drunk in your kitchen

My lips are numb

And my hair is a mess

I spilled your dad's rum

All over my dress

You said you didn't mind

That it was from a while ago

Put on a song

That makes me feel like a child

The record's on

But it's been skipping for a while

And my hands are sloppily tracing your spine

I don't wanna go to bed just yet

Though I'm usually asleep by ten

Gonna say some things I regret

But I'll deal with that in the morning

Never understood the plan

Till I felt your thumb move in my hand

But I'm drunk in your kitchen

Pray to God you were listening