You’re in a car with a beautiful boy,and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him,and you’re trying to choke down the feeling,and you’re trembling,but he reaches over and he touches you,like a prayer for which no wards exist.
You’re in a car with a beautiful boy,and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him,and you’re trying to choke down the feeling,and you’re trembling,but he reaches over and he touches you,like a prayer for which no wards exist.