“I feel good”
I say it in a bit of a drunken slur
the cars are flashing by in a whirl of snow and sleet
you’re the only thing in the world I want right now
I feel a wide palm caress my hip, and eyes gaze down still
you’re the only thing I want now
the only thing I need to feel
hot breath on an ear, a bumpy car ride
to wherever youth goes when it its gone bad
you are my saving grace and my one way ticket to everland
you only you
with the hair on your chin
and slick hands.
Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 5:36 PM UTC
“I feel good”
I say it in a bit of a drunken slur
the cars are flashing by in a whirl of snow and sleet
you’re the only thing in the world I want right now
I feel a wide palm caress my hip, and eyes gaze down still
you’re the only thing I want now
the only thing I need to feel
hot breath on an ear, a bumpy car ride
to wherever youth goes when it its gone bad
you are my saving grace and my one way ticket to everland
you only you
with the hair on your chin
and slick hands.
