The frequency of a kiss, is the rate Of us both having a matching heartbeat Rising vibrations; as my eyes start to feel Baked; staring too long at the heat of your face
Catching smoke, in the fire of your lips, Smokers count the puffs out of their vape; Tears turn into vapour; vapours slowly Become the ashes, slowly turning into waste
Maybe we're just wasting time, as we love To just be sitting quietly, in this comfy place Still, this feeling here, will always feel so great. And lately I've been staying up way too late — But did I at least tell you that I love you; if not I'm so, so sorry, I know now, I was a bit too late!
Cos I don't really party that much; always Taking my time to adjust to any new touch —