You found the gateway drug
You called me beautiful
Words I had heard before
But never heard before
I try to change the subject
I fidget with my clothes
What's your intended outcome
Where do you see this go
What throws you forward?
What will throw you forward?
My fist is small and mighty
Same substance as my heart
One tries to open kindly
One always keeps its guard
We talk in past tense stories
We talk in future tones
Our throats are only quarries
That we are building from
That throws us forward
That will throw us forward
I hope you see my window
Saints burn on every sill
Told Mary my confession
I think you're beautiful
That throws me forward
That will me forward
Let this throw us forward
