Remember that feel of my hands running through your hair on your bedroom floor? Caught in the thrill of a life spending cash on shit that we can't afford Know this ain't the end, know I'm not persuaded by your demeanor And if you forget, the memories fade, I'll be your timekeeper Cause I want you more, more, more, ooh, ooh baby, ooh, ooh baby More, more, more, ooh, ooh baby, ooh, ooh baby Show you that first day at that ramen place When I picked you up, ayy, we were happy that day You told me about your family, how they hate all your decisions But you never felt it heavy and you still have visions Show you that first night when we just had sex When your eyes rolled back to the back of your head But now you're so damn mean, is it a cultural thing? Guess that you forgot that night when you called me a dream And you can't even tell me what's the reason But you're addicted to a loneliness, that feeling Those flowers didn't help, huh? You say it's in your head, you blame the season Shit, I hate these calls But you're addicted to a sadness, to that feeling Remember that feel of my hands running through your hair on your bedroom floor? Cutting the thrill of a last minute cash on shit that we can't afford No, this ain't the end, no, I'm not dissuaded by your demeanor And if you forget, the memories fade, I'll be your timekeeper Cause I want you more, more, more, ooh, ooh baby, ooh, ooh baby Cause I want you more, more, more, ooh, ooh baby, ooh, ooh baby Show you that first night at Hodges Bend When we talked it all out, sealed it up in a kiss But then you had another drink, said you could not feel it Till you threw that glass at me when you saw I looked at him Jealousy is quite a bitch And you thought that I was joking when I offered the hitch I don't need all the memories to know we're eighteen And if you can't see that, then fucking leave, babe You can't even tell me what's the reason Goodbye, R.K. But you're addicted to a loneliness, that feeling Guess I'll see you another day You say it's in your head, you blame the season It's a R.B. too But you're addicted to a sadness, to that feeling Just keep that focus on this Remember that feel of my hands running through your hair on your bedroom floor Caught in the thrill of the last minute cash on shit that we can't afford No, this ain't the end, no, I'm not dissuaded by your demeanor And if you forget, the memories fade, I'll be your timekeeper Cause I want you more, more, more Mmm, baby, I want you more