knuckles

Drive to your house
My cheeks are red
I drive by your house
Too nervous I might drop dead
I'm driving to your house
Smash all the little pieces
You don't seem to mind
You've got me stashed in your creases

Tiny bits of blood
In between deep
Got into a fight
A melted heart underneath
I'm burning a hole
Between my knuckles
A tiny space for love
Fill it with your honey soul