Lottery

Bodies like leaves both of us high
Words come out slow
You melt into me like
How autumn leaves
Get pushed down by snow

Our bodies leave both of us high
Words come out slow
You melt into me like
How autumn leaves
Get pushed down by snow

It's you in my lungs and blush in our cheeks
I'm burning my skin ‘cause
I put everything on nineteen red
Under the hum of streetlight
And drugs coursing through our eyes

We're home
Terrified with the bets I make
You stay quiet so I figure I’ll wait
It's spoken from your eyes but the words are buried still
It's a quiet ride home