Brooke Bentham - With Love

Baby, he got sick and told me not to kiss him on the lips
Because I had to sing that week
And that is the most romantic thing

Bodies in hot water with the light off
Feeling like I’m doing myself some good
Hold my finger over the only flame that lights this room

We got it all messed up
We don’t think too much about it
Erratic
Unstable
We perform it
With love

Hold my keys through my fingers when I’m walking in the dark alone
And the street lights they look beautiful
I wish that I could enjoy them more

Streets they stay the same but I don’t
How am I supposed to process that?
They stay the same but I don’t
How am I supposed to process that?

We got it all messed up
We don’t think too much about it
Erratic
Unstable
We perform it
With love
Erratic
Unstable
We perform it
With love.

Written by:
BROOKE KAYLEIGH BENTHAM

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