Golden Hour

<p>My skin sticks to your bed The fan is nothing but noise, nothing but noise I swear my sweaty hands have typed a bunch of words on my phone But none of them make much sense</p><p>’Till I charmingly sing them out of key To you on some random night ’Till the Sun dips beneath your window And you tell me you'll be alright</p><p>And we’ll all pretend to be okay</p><p>Where did I go wrong? The air is getting thinner Where do we get off? I’ve been blessed with a level head And my flat feet will keep me grounded in the thought I might go ahead And my body will keep me grounded in my bed</p>