​drive thru

I meet you in the drive thru
And you're staring at my hands
And it's pretty cold for April fourth
But it's not feeling so bad

I want it all, the sweet control
Like when I'm driving off the road
And only I know where I go
And then you like when I'm on top
And you just sit and you just watch

And then it's like I'm in a painting
When I come and get you off
You can still get into heaven‚ baby
If you just do it soft

I want it all‚ the sweet evil
And this place is not my home
And I just sleep and I just grow
Into something else and someone else
And move the way I know
And I'm not whole