I’m too horny for this quarantine
Been washing my frequently
I’ve
Canceled all my plans
Sheet against my chest
Breeze from the outside
Smells of anxious grass
So I close my eyes and fantasise
I kiss this guy
The suns going down on me
I kiss the sky
The suns going down on me
So bright

I touch myself myself
Until the note dies in my head
Tinnitus

I close my eyes
Not a flu sign
So I

I kiss this sky (we’re making out)
The suns going down on me (we’re making out)
I kiss the sky
The suns going down on me
Tonight