Sweater Weather The Neighbourhood

All I am, Is a man, I want the world, In my hands. I hate the beach, But I stand, In California with my toes in the sand. Use the sleeves of my sweater, Lets have an adventure. Head in the clouds, But my gravitys centered. Touch my neck, And Ill touch yours, You in those little high waisted shorts. She knows what I think about, And What I think about, One love. Two mouths. One love. One house. No Shirt. No Blouse. Just us. You find out. Nothing that we dont want to tell you about, No. Cause its too cold, For you here, And now so let me hold both your hands in, The holes of my sweater. And if I may, Just take your breath away. I dont mind if theres not much to say, Sometimes silence guides our minds to move to a place so far away. Goosebumps start to raise, The minute that my left hand meets your waist. And then I watch your face, Put my finger on your tongue cause you love the taste. Thes