HOLY MOLY

I just fucking want to feel anything but skin against my own hands.
I want to feel, just need to feel.
I need to feel anything else.
Anything electric injecting in pulses.
flowing inside me like dancing on drugs.
I want to feel anything but sweat,
against my own sweat.
Come on, just run with me.
I know there’s something inside and in between.
It’s been waiting to breath,
between you and me.
It’s been crying out, flying out,
between you and me.
It’s always been in between.
Let’s crush it down, snort it down,
and feel alive and clean again.
I just want to feel anything but feelings,
against my own broken face.
I don’t know where this fire begins or ends,
but I know we should be burning together.