Take me back to my porch
So late that Saturday night,
Sunday morning poured
Through the cracks between our lips,
The sun burning my skin
Your taste burning my lips
Alive like my mind
Burning through the sleepless night

Take me to the first breath of day
Waking to memories of endless glances
On a rusted tailgate
You staring at me
And me staring at the stars,
Starry-eyed in a hushed moment

That's all that mattered.
Quiet moments where I could be me
And you could be you.