I’m swallowing faith, but choking on lust. I’m chasing your face, but fucking it up. Turn the stereo loud until I steady my guts. You still are, “Oh, wow!” And all of these sounds are really just my heart plugged in and played loud. My knuckles are fake. I kiss when I punch. If everything breaks, what happens to us? You are how The Smiths sound when they’re falling in love. You still are, “Oh, wow!” And all of these growls are really just my heart getting really fuzzed out. Like, oh wow. If there’s heaven, I have found it with you. So is there?
Beach Slang - All Fuzzed Out