If These Sheets Were States
All Time LowIf these sheets were the states and you were miles away, I’d fold them end over end to bring you closer to me.
If These Sheets Were States
All Time Low
If these sheets were the states, and you were miles away,
I’d fold them end over end to bring you closer to me.
Because I don’t sleep at all without you pressed up against me.
I settle for long distance calls, I’m lost in empty pillow talk again.
