the last hit lingers

at night i wonder about wandering constellations
how they move so slowly about the sky
and how it feels when they make love

i'm underneath it all,
above it all,
and she's on top of me
and we're rolling around
in this holy bed
and it feels amazing

out here,
under the stars

and the last hit resonates on my mind,
'cause she was so sweet
but i just didn't have the time.