it begins in your car
you're biting my bottom lip
and i'm trying to bite my tongue
from spitting out the words
"more than this"

you're holding my hands
in the movie theater
and breathing into my palms
"what's got you smiling so much?"

i'm running my hands up your back
and watching your shoulders
ease up to the feeling of me
slowly tracing constellations
of freckles on your skin
"noticing your eyes change their tint"

it ends in your backseat
tangled in an extra duvet from the house
you've got an early morning ahead
i already know i won't get any sleep
"who gives a **** about anything?"