it’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s his hands, it’s his name
that drags you into the game and drives you insane
he’s the stillness of a summer day in the backseat of your chevrolet
he’s red white and blue, what you could sink your teeth into
he’s the notes you pass discreetly in the church pew
the flush in your face when you think of his grace
though your socks, shirts, and keys are all over the place
your toes grip the edge of the diving board
and time will tell if you end up getting bored
of wet hair and burnt skin before you find another pool to jump in
sneaking out the back door, waking up and wanting more
wondering what the hell you’re keeping it a secret for
school’s out, you’re an open book
the shades are off for a second look
at a report card of your failing grades
and the map you carved in his shoulder blades
you’re two halves that don’t fit the whole
may god have mercy upon your soul
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 5:13 PM UTC
it’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s his hands, it’s his name
that drags you into the game and drives you insane
he’s the stillness of a summer day in the backseat of your chevrolet
he’s red white and blue, what you could sink your teeth into
he’s the notes you pass discreetly in the church pew
the flush in your face when you think of his grace
though your socks, shirts, and keys are all over the place
your toes grip the edge of the diving board
and time will tell if you end up getting bored
of wet hair and burnt skin before you find another pool to jump in
sneaking out the back door, waking up and wanting more
wondering what the hell you’re keeping it a secret for
school’s out, you’re an open book
the shades are off for a second look
at a report card of your failing grades
and the map you carved in his shoulder blades
you’re two halves that don’t fit the whole
may god have mercy upon your soul
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