this seat warms my back my ass my legs
and i don't feel a thing that's out of place
the miles and miles of street lights we follow
they don't bother me tonight
i'm bathing in that bright orange light
it's so soft and colorful and deep in my chest
it's the chilly lace that appears as your breath
it's the ribbon that links two bodies together
thickening as you wait for the culmination
the most bittersweet frustration
it's a waiting game now
i'm checking my cell phone
to look for the time
'cos he just called me his own
he's in the car now and he feels up her tits
god knows if he's picturing some other chick
i don't think she cares
'cos those hands feel so good
and the air gets hotter
and her eyes look so green
he won't see the beauty
he's going so quick
so glad we didn't let that bomb hit the ground
what begins in chaos ends in chaos
everything is now draped so anxiously good
but whatever, who cares
we'll bring it all down
