Florida!!!

Your hand creeps up my thigh

in the sweaty, heaving mass

lust, tequila, a forgettable high

sticky floors and a thumping bass

Suddenly I’m twenty-four again

as colored flashes blind my eyes

a desert flower soaking up the rain

those sweet seductive white lies

So I let you do things I shouldn’t

I kiss just so that I can tell

you say things a lover wouldn’t

because that’s not what you sell

And I don’t know your name

and I don’t plan to learn it

Florida will never be the same

But in the morning, we will forget.