(Verse 1)
This is where I hurl myself to a pack of snarling dogs
Where my fingers unfurl and claim to call themselves more than mere skin on metal car poles
If I feel your hands slide by my side again
I think I might scream from being wanted
(Chorus)
This is where I scream
(Verse 2)
This is where all of my poems live
And other beautiful body parts that I asked to borrow
Right here, underneath your 4 finger and thumb
I am pinned to this idea of you
And I don't know when my lips stumble onto yours
But this is when PBR starts to taste like a decent beer
And when crashing my body into yours sounds like the greatest f**ing idea I've ever had
This is where my hands stop calling themselves accidents
At this point I'm very much holding your nakedness on purpose
(Verse 3)
I got to see the sun rise this morning over a long stretch of I-5
From the roof of my mouth to the creva**es behind my teeth
I am tingling so electric
This is where I become the sunrise
Slow, shock blue, and disgustingly beautiful
Watch my ascent