Good Boy

A stuck fuck
Our bodies didn't dare to reach an ending
You cut up little seeds and plant them neat
Every evening we play easy to get hard
Using words we learned from an old videotape
You were a good boy, I was a fire escape
Putting my hand inside a hand inside a hole inside a handkerchief
We all carry something to wipe our noses clean
So we get messy
You undress me
We go tumbling into places we were told not to go
Without a map of the road
You lean in close and say: “let's get lost together baby”

Yeah and you're right
My past isn't up to you
All we have is right now and right now I'm looking at the moon and swooning
Swinging
Getting drunk on this great feeling
That look in your eyes
It makes me want to die
A thousand times

But instead of saying that
I'll kiss your forehead
And take off my clothes again
Put all my words away and stay out of my head