I ain't sure like two kids
Just waiting to catch a glimpse of the other one
Staring off in the direction of your own chapped lips
The kind of signal that would prompt you to kiss

I am giving off signals of distress
Just staring at my phone
Thinking about what it's like when you undress
Or if you care if I stare
Because I care

You're looking down at me over your glasses
The ones you found in grandad's attic
And you're wishing your outlook were as dark as you lips
With that blackberry tint
Blackberry tint