The little bit of sunlight that cracked my tongue
Left me skipping and slipping
I've said what I wanted
but it somehow
Never comes out right
Time is the dearest illusion that makes us feel trapped
Under a blanket of dripping stars and distorted heat
I keep my eyes open and I keep peekin'
But every single time, it's you
And then I gotta ship up and out and keep skippin'
This little tango is so sultry and honestly
The amount of innapropriate fun I'm having