Kiss This Sky

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