And

I can’t quite get enough of you
And I love it
Never angsty like addiction
No, this is a craving for your friction

Unsure and risky
Like your first time on skates

Don’t know what might happen next
Any expectations I had are wrecked
I can’t get enough of you
And I love it

And I love it

When you’re riding shotgun
Like twelve-gauge fire shells
And I’m driving us
To who knows where, well

I know when I get there
I’ll be able to be with you
Be able to hold your hand
And I love it

Late at night throu...