I've heard so many rumors That I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch.

You’re buttoning up your blouse, she’s still lying in bed, now a cigarette in her hands. “You’re just so pretty like that, y’know?” She says and you have to hide your blush.

You said, "We're not together" So now when we kiss, I have anger issues.

“It can’t get out. You know that, we both have a reputation. A straight reputation. Besides, it’s so much hotter that you’re my dirty little secret?” She says, a smirk on her face as she grabs your hips.

Dumb love, I love being stupid Dream of us in a year Maybe we'd have an apartment And you'd show me off to your friends at the pier.

“I’m just saying, everyone already thinks we’re best friends and the rumours-“ you try to reason.

“Fuck the rumours. They’re still only rumours, I won’t have this conversation with you again.” She says, facing the window, her voice cold, empty.

Two weeks, and your mom invites me to her house on Long Beach Is it casual now? I know what you tell your friends It's casual, if it's casual now.

Another late night cigarette in her family house in Long Beach, you’re still in bed laying down while she’s smoking up against the headboard and looking out her window, the sheets barely covering her anymore. “No attachment.” She says. “We just shag and it’s heaven but that’s it.”