Bright Eyes - Pull My Hair
Is the passion all gone?
Or is it still newly wed?
If all this heat is doing is making us stick to the bed
Then there is no life to revive.
But if the hunger is still there, buried somewhere inside
Covered up by the boredom we’ve been trying to hide
Then dig it up and devour
And it will be more like a song
And less like its math
If you pull on my hair, and bite me like thatbest makeout song EVER.