I’m too horny for this quarantine Washing my hands more frequently But I’ve canceled all my plans Sheet against my chest Breeze from the outside Smells of anxious grass So I close my eyes and fantasize
I kiss this guy The sun’s going down on me I kiss this guy The sun’s going down I kiss the sky The sun’s 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 The suns going down on me (we’re making out) I kiss this sky The suns going down (we’re making out) I kiss the sky The suns going down on me (we’re making out) Tonight