So I sit in the back seat. Legs crossed, eyes closed, head back.
So I sit in the back seat. Legs crossed, eyes closed, head back. One finger at a time sneak your hand under mine. These fingers grip, our palms touch. Kiss my shoulder, move past my collar, from my neck to my cheek to where our lips finally meet. We could stay here forever. Should I stay here forever?
What’s that game that we play? “Don’t Talk To Me For Several Days”? Set fire to all that you touch, I never wanted to care this much, this much. But I think “get through this summer and we’ll be alright cause I don’t want you to change, I just want you to try.” Should I stay here forever?
Sat down to defend with Valente and we got talking about life, kid gave me great advice. “You can’t hold on to tight, you can’t mold em. You just can’t man. You fucking can’t man, you can’t man”
Paul says “Don’t mention control”, but I have none. Cory tells me to “wash my hands”, but I’m not done. I’m not done. So I sit in the backseat. Legs crossed, eyes closed, head back.
These things they never go right when they’re planned. It’s why we’re just talking tea in hand. And can I just say, that it’d be ok, for us to just hang in your driveway. It’s where we’ll talk about the things that we love cause I’ve had sex but I never really slept with anyone til last night we woke up to our song on the radio. Fell asleep to the sound of your beating heart, racing with mine, in perfect time. We’ll still be tired when the morning comes. Babe you can turn my heat up to four, I won’t complain, and I’ll try to not interrupt anymore. Just promise you won’t smack my eyes while I drive and you’ll hold me close when you start to feel ty ty. I know there’s things I won’t understand, but all my thinking stops whenever I hold your hand. Let’s eat cannonellis every night, we like the same things. We want the same things. I want to spend the night in your bedroom, I want to wake up to you, the best view and other things but I’ll never tell. Kiss your lips and make my way to your wrist. It’s everything about you that I can’t resist. Stay with me, let’s turn grey and get old and we won’t leave this car until we both explode.
I’ll sit in the back seat. Legs crossed, head back, eyes closed, breathing you in. One finger at a time you sneak your hand under mine. Fingers cross. palms touch. You kiss my shoulder and move past the collar of my shirt. From my neck to my cheek, to where our lips finally meet. Oh we could stay here forever.