This Time Last Week Roe Kapara

[Verse 1]
You're wet from all the crying
I feel like I've been dying
Your lips, they feel like home
You smell like broken records
Can't glue them back together
I left my charger on your phone

[Pre-Chorus]
This time last week
Naked on my couch
And kids our age
We can't seem to slow down

[Chorus]
You put my T-shirt in your mouth
You wrap your legs around me
You said you can feel my heartbeat
I put my head between your thighs
This bedroom's taste is so sweet
You scream to God, "Just hold me!"

[Pre-Chorus]
This time last week
Naked on my couch
And kids our age
We can't seem to slow down