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