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
