High pitched howl
engine sings out in a
punk scream
voice catching
this is new
I'm scared to speak
mix tape on the music machine
I keep my eyes on the road
finest distraction
I fight the attraction
her suggestion
brought me from the gutter
skimming waves of tarmac
off to the ancient
the solid stone monument
we have to stop
flashing lights, I pull over
after getting lost
the stones are far away
we crack jokes
and hit the road again
and the night is strange
rain hits us and we huddle
an almost cuddle
the drink flows free
I can barely see as
we dance to a thud thud thud
which resonates in my head
and your hips are in my hands
I hope you're too drunk to notice
we shake and the world fades
we run away
and I'm still terrified
you ask me to cradle you
and I sweat to touch
utter fear
no more jokes or cool
and I grip hold far too tight
and the music throttles the night
you sleep sound and I wonder what if
next morning changes gear
and 5 kisses are 25 knives to the base of the spine