Organs and Airports

Are your lungs on fire? Can you see straight tonight?
Well, you probably shouldn't drive but neither should I
And can you finish your glass? So we can make our way to your house
And continue to talk about nothing at all

And we can sit on your front porch and talk about airports
And why everything seems so far away
Or complain about our heart tattoos and how they work so well together
With that familiar touch of skin our hands remember

Tonight let's have a riot
And lose half our body masses in sweat
And dancing and "I love you" sex
Tonight

We've both been working on giving up all that's damaging our lungs
We both sport livers of stone and burning dry throats
And I can't hardly see, oh the ground two feet in front of me
But I could sideways walk back home to your second floor bedroom

Where I'll hang at the stairs and just wait for you there
And try to shake this drunken sway and try hard not to voice a mistake
'Cause the truth is I'll never be great at remembering birthdays or remembering names
But I'll miss you while I'm away, though the change is only temporary

And if I was to ask you to wait
Well you're more than worth the wait
And you're more than worth a month's worth of lonely days

So 'til then sit on your front porch and think about airports
And why November's still so goddamn far away
Or brag about our heart- beats and how we drum so well together
With that familiar touch of skin our sheets remember

Tonight