Pure

I have a song stuck in my head
So can I pluck all your strings
and watch you wake up?

I've drawn a flower where your hand should be
So why don't you kissmekissmekissme
and watch me bloom?

I don't need you to answer all my questions
I just need to stop asking.

So let's go somewhere and be pure
With your hand down my pants
and my teeth on the world.