Every Chance I Get

Is someone barking up your doorstep?
Two lips a spinal chord, the nape of your neck
Sometimes too young to know difference
I drink it lap it up and love it like
Every chance I get
Every chance I get
Every chance I get
Kiyo with cherry blossoms blooming
I’m watching through my minds eye
Undressing you to feel your angels skin
Language disappears, the nape of your neck
I am the same as you in English
Never closer than when you hair is in a braid
Clenching tightly to your clothes now
I’d rather die than walk outside this room
Yes