Plymouth

You’re my favorite 80 mile drive
Straight up Route 3
Three episodes of Family Guy
A fucking eyelash in my eye
I slept with all your insides all last night
Woke up that morning
And made our lips collide
Oh the way our bodies hide
Under all the sheets
I barely see your face once a week
It’s that time of year for the first time
I saw your face
And knew that you must be mine
Oh the way our hearts align
And even though I don’t know where you are
Or what you’re doing
I’m in my car
I’m on my way I’m not that far
I know you know
We go
Hand in hand