Tiny ions bounce off one another, making fluorescent light. Mind the gap as we step on the elevator, where your skin is milky-white. I am your night off. I am your drive home. I am the cool between your sheets. I am your first pick. I’ll be your last kiss. In my arms, you’ll never know defeat. I am your elegant, life-escape procedure. Hear me out. Hear me now. Pushing 20. Approaching 60 at the on-ramp. Feeling sheepish at the signals I sent. I’ll meet your fingers at the gearshift. Your palms are sweaty. It was done with the fullest intent. Tiny ions press into one another, as your lips press into mine.

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First Encounters (Violet) song meanings
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