your whatever

I’m coughing 'cause of your cigarettes
I’ll always hate that you smoke
You always smelled like a holiday
I’m still in love with you though
It was springtime, you were still mine
Back when I felt whole
I’m coughing 'cause of your cigarettes
I’ll always hate that you smoke
I’ll be your right now
I’ll be your forever
Oh, I’ll be your last call
I’ll be your whatever
You said you really like Springsteen
And I think that I like that a lot
A flower child of the '70s
At least she thought that she was
She was wild, she was dangerous
In all the best ways
With a heart like that she was never meant to be tamed
A flower child of the '70s
At least she thought that she was
I’ll be your right now
I’ll be your forever
Oh, I’ll be your last call
I’ll be your whatever
You’re obsessed with the moon and in love with the stars
I’m in love with your soul and everything that you are
You’re obsessed with the moon and in love with the stars
I’m in love with your soul and everything that you are
I’ll be your right now
I’ll be your forever
Oh, I’ll be your last call
I’ll be your whatever
I’ll be your right now
I’ll be your forever
Oh, I’ll be your last call
I’ll be your whatever