What the Fuck

I am feeling shook A week without a notebook Trying to be open to whatever Leave a space beside me A month without a body Your arms are filled with not me, but whatever What the f*ck is a kiss anyway What the f*ck is this feeling The morning spent just laughing The grabby, green grass grabbing At our toes, dewy and gross Licking, wet, and slobbery We found our shoes all soggy And puppy paws leave muddy tracks on the sheets What the f*ck is a kiss anyway What the f*ck is this feeling Keep one for you in my pocket like a candy Something tells me you've got one saved for me