Remember when steamed windows and awkward angles and kissing and biting and not fitting in so many ways.
Remember.
Remember *******. sliding that ****** down like its the one thing in the world that makes this ok.              don't talk about it.
just meet in the band bathroom and i'll be on my tiptoes tap dancing in dehydrated **** and beer and whatever else you slobs dripped on the floor long, long ago.

It doesn't matter.

You hit that spot and I launched into outerspace.  Discovering a new color and seeing it in all its shades at the same time. Straddled up and perched just suckin like lips to a firecracker. bent over the sink.
                        I wanted it. so bad. .. . to be loved. To love myself.

I thought your **** could hammer that into me. I know better now but I still want to see all the new colors in space.
                       sometime.