Private Island - 3BadSoSad
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No Ms. waitress
No one is joining me
I'll be alone for a while

She left in the fall
Right as our body heat
Would work for our small bed

It's a time change
With some pain on it
I don't feel right
Where you at

And I don't have
A way to cure it
Only band-aids
Where you at

We're getting old
A new list of simple things
Something to do for a while

Touching myself
Imagining touching you
Your hands are softer than mine

I hope you hate it
Why did you do me like that
It's a cold place
Without my chest on her back

Please no more phone calls
Bout this place I ain't at
And no more stories
Want you in my day instead

I hope you hate it
Why did you do me like that
It's a cold place
Without my chest on her back

Please no more phone calls
Bout this place I ain't at
Please just come back back back back back

It's a time change
With some pain on it
I don't feel right
Where you at

And I don't have
A way to cure it
Only band-aids
Where you at

Touching myself
Imagining touching you
Your hands are softer than mine

Touching myself
Imagining touching you
When you're alone keep me in mind