I can hear the june bugs approaching lay down in the grass and close your eyes we can hide here, away from the lights and sounds away from our fears and lies
We've not seen each others eyes for weeks take time to touch my face, kiss my lips I hold your hand in mine. Hold it so tight in these moments I feel forever
I can hear the june bugs approaching we try to count stars, but the moon outshines them all you make me a daisy chain I wear as a crown I kiss every inch of you, leaving red lips behind
We'll just lay here while the world ends I'll tell you stories that make you laugh you'll tell me secrets that make me cry we won't notice armegeddon in our bliss
{inspired by "Sing, Theresa Says" by Greg Laswell}