Fogged windows, stifling heat
Cramped quarters, back seats
Parked behind a moving van
In an inner city lot
Hiding from the whole damn world
Our world is getting hot
We christen the cushion, baptism divine
Of sins of our own making
Our holy water is drips of sweat
And the point we near is breaking
As I call God and he calls me
I see fireworks in my head
He fists my hair and breathes so deep
And this is as good as any bed
<3Lulu
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