I'm leaning, I'm leaning, I'm leaning, leaning,
you're leaning, you're leaning into me
And I'm talking and talking
about nothing in particular,
I know there is no turning back,
my hand's inside the small of your back
And your fingers are quirked
So now I'm leaning, I'm leaning,
And we're bumping tongues and limbs
Trying to figure out how each
I'm nowhere near as pretty as you
I guess I, I guess I better
is almost as big as your room
This is the first embrace
of two young drunken fools
This is the last kiss of the year,
This is not about going out,
this is about staying out
this is about staying out
Well it's a beautiful day,
the taste of your mellow lip gloss
And as the sun shines down
on these towers of commerce
You and your flats are slowly out of view
I'm not quite sure just how I feel
These words of friends and loves
They're just so hard to wield
This is the first embrace
of two young frumpkin fools
This is the last kiss of the year,
This is not about going out
This is about staying out
This is about staying out
Stayin' out , stayin' out,
Stayin' out, stayin' out, stayin' out
My forehead on the brim of your cap
Just one last kiss, one last kiss
My forehead on the brim of your cap
