Night Talk
Kat Bakrania
When I say penny for your thoughts, I really want you to ask me for mine
Why can’t I stop feeling shy around you?
Around you
Your favorite is your father, and isn’t that funny
You and me with no fathers
Why can’t I stop gripping tight to you?
Gripping tight to you
My hands haven’t stopped sweating, is it the summer or the life? (the life)
My mind hasn’t stopped racing, walking the edge of a knife (a knife)
You said “don’t cry, baby; you're gonna be okay, maybe. (maybe)"
Wonder if you want me, too
The way that I want you
The way that I want you to
My hands haven’t stopped sweating, is it the summer or the life? (the life)
My mind hasn’t stopped racing, walking thе edge of a knife (a knifе)