candy wraps

Postcards on the floor, who are you even writing to?
I spilled my drink on your skin, your cami's still under my bed
And it's homey and fuzzy
With jasmine scents around
And your head's on my chest, your clothes are on me
When you and I get to worry, we just brush it off again

Candy wraps in my pocket
I haven't tossed it away
Watching you sleep feels like sorrow falling
They said time would heal, but I can't feel its peace

Worn-out sheets, and I'm too weary
We all pretend it never ends

Oh
Oh
Oh, oh

When you and I get to worry, maybe I'll dance with you again
When you and I get to worry, maybe I'll dance with you again