Hand on my Boob, temporary test post

Title (placeholder): Hand on my Boob **Verse 1:** Heartbeat in my ears, his hand on my skin Should I let him kiss me, or is this where I begin Calculating risks with a naked chest Whose name’s on the lease, who’s gonna clean the mess? **Pre-Chorus:** I could pretend it’s simple, could call it a game But I’m weighing groceries, deposits, and shame He laughs at my flinch, I stare at the ceiling God, why am I thinking about squirrels and feelings? **Chorus:** A thousand questions in a one-bedroom flat Is this love, is this lust, or just cheaper than that? Will we end up in court, or curled up in bed? And why did a squirrel just run through my head?