shut your mouth boy
turn me off, let me evanesce
lay in waiting to pounce
upoun the nearest rising star
racing into the heavens
grazing your cheeks
your ide teeth upturned
your taste lingering in the corner of my mouth
we drive, the wind feels all to familiar
brunt of it blocked by our bodies
the sky weeps, lays to rest our lonliness
the movielife blasts in the background
we laugh and look at the dirty carpet of the seats
so "c'mon c'mon, shut up, shut up"
and I'll press you against the sides
and hold you there forever.