We both have curly hair but we both think it ain’t fair for us to get on our if here. We losing our control out here in this atmosphere.

I keep ( have ) my hands in your curly hair while we lay in your truck bed, staring at the stars ahead. We can’t just let this feeling go, there’s to much we’d have to let go, soooo we both look like we’re falling in love while we think it ain’t fair, we’re losing our control in this atmosphere, I love having your eyes rest on mine you lay your head on my chest, baby what did I do to get here