Kissed You In The Museum

(album: The Museum - 2019)

Tell me, are you happy with [?]

Okay, it's four A.M. and I'm wide awake
Can't get the thought of you out my brain
Kiss you at a Nelson, climbing Mt. Everest
Every time I try to fall asleep to your name
Five A.M. and I'm wide awake
Can't get the thought of you out my brain
Kiss you at a museum, lips don't let me lose them
Know I gotta breathe but girl I can't pull away

This happened last week, can't get no bad sleep
Baby you and I could get it popping like some acne
I been thinking actually never fell in love gradually
The moment that I kissed you I fell victim to gravity
But that's alright, girl you're mine
Know you're not my property cause I respect your life
Not misogynistic but Imma beat a man who tries to take your ass away from me, like he gon' lose a [?]

I [?]
That's confusing shit
I'm not gonna lie there were times I would lose my shit
Sitting crying 'bout you, gotta get confused and shit
But in the end we called it [?] on some views type shit
Oh, oh, oh
We can't afford to be superstitious, no
Oh, oh
So knock on wood, we will never be that desperate, no

Four A.M. and I'm wide awake
Can't get the thought of you out my brain
Kiss you at a Nelson, climbing Mt. Everest
Every time I try to fall asleep to your name
Five A.M. and I'm wide awake
Can't get the thought of you out my brain
Kiss you at a museum, lips don't let me lose them
Know I gotta breathe but girl I can't pull away

I'm writing this in my dorm room
Roommates asleep, I'm not trying to be rude, but
I just wanna sing when I think about you
So fuck it, if he wakes up Imma make him sing too
Six A.M. I need clues, are you sleeping 'bout me too?
Cause you're always in the dreams I can't wait to sleep through
I can't wait to meet you when I pull my sheets loose
You're two-hundred miles from me, Google show me street view
Aye, baby let's ball out
Going all out
Spend my whole bank for the taste of your mouth
Maybe we could go South, that will always [?]
Cause this weather got me wishing I was under less clouds
No, oh oh
We can't afford to be superstitious, no
Oh, oh
So knock on wood, we will never be that desperate, no