Brooklyn Loft from Alibi by Emma Volard

Sweat drips down my jaw,
Sense of reason, starts to slip away,
In this Brooklyn loft,
Your fingerprints float tenderly across


And nowadays,
It’s easy to undress cues,
I try to seek,
The joy that covered our youth,

And nowadays,
It’s easy to forget whose,
Softened eyes,
Look back and perceive you


Maybe it’s lust that’s drowns us out,
Can’t find a way to let you know,
Tampered by feelings seepin’ down,
Fear of the weight that love can hold
Maybe it’s lust that’s drowns us out,
Can’t find a way to let you know,
Tampered by feelings seepin’ down,
Fear of the weight that love can hold

Fearing the weight that love can hold
Maybe it’s lust that’s drowns us out,
Can’t find a way to let you know,
Tampered by feelings seepin down,
Fear of the weight that love can hold

Maybe it’s lust that’s drowns us out,
Can’t find a way to let you know,
Tampered by feelings seepin down,
Fear of the weight that love can hold

Maybe it’s lust that’s drowns us out,
Can’t find a way to let you know,
Tampered by feelings seepin down,
Fear of the weight that love can hold

Maybe it’s lust that’s drowns us out,
Can’t find a way to let you know,
Tampered by feelings seepin down,
Fear of the weight that love can hold

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