ur gps sucks ass

i put my hand on your thigh
i’m your guy
you reach over and hold it
show me how to downshift

sunny skies, my eyes on
the trees outside
i don’t know where we are, but i
i like when you’re steering

these pastoral planes
roll cylindrically, oh
my, my vision’s astral
and the two-seater
droning over sounds
symphonically spiritual

i’m solar you’re lunar what we’re doing has never
been done before

you put your hand on my thigh
pull in tight
i reach over and steer
you shift into a higher gear

the chemtrails of your bed
room window derail my
sonar. this is the location
i like when i like
where we’re going

i put my hand on your thigh
you’re my guy
you reach over and hold it
show me how to downshift