six feet away from our parents' room
you said we'd never do this shit again
then why are your arms around my neck
your legs around my waist
not saying we have to be perfect
not saying we ever have to make it real
but why do you keep dragging me
into this make-out closet
i need to stop thinking about you
you can't keep calling me into your room
late at night, taking me by surprise
telling me it's fine 'cause they're all fast asleep
i may be in love with you
but you're still my little sis
