Hang On

Hang on these words
pictured as they've left
my lips

Staring through you
Hands up, placed upon
your hips

I can be where I want
In my mind
some truths they're kind

Surely destined to be
that horny old man
creating himself each moment

20 years soon, then
Forever
Kiss me when you see me,
so I can't make an excuse
Or I'll take you myself
because you're mine

Flying high
my face is numb
from making out,
Let's fuck

Of course