Backseat Sunburn Kisses

Feet on the dash

Map in your lap

Salt on my tongue

From the fries and your laugh

Your old tee

Hanging off my frame

Singing the wrong words

You’re still saying my name (hey!)

Melted ice in a paper cup

You say “don’t sleep

You’ll miss it”

Miles of blue just opening up

Then your hand finds mine

And it hits

Backseat sunburn kisses

Driving into what-if’s

You taste like cherry lip balm

Warm sand and promise

If this is just a season

Don’t let the daylight listen

Roll every window down

Down

Down

For backseat sunburn kisses

Flip-flops

Hanging from your hand

We race to the water

Leave our phones in the van

Wet hair

Dripping on my chest

You say “this is our song”

I say “don’t you ever forget” (oh yeah)

Tan lines turning into touch

Skin still salty

Hearts timid

You say “we’re way too young for this”

I say “that’s the perfect limit”

Backseat sunburn kisses

Driving into what-if’s

You taste like cherry lip balm

Warm sand and promise

If this is just a season

Don’t let the daylight listen

Roll every window down

Down

Down

For backseat sunburn kisses

If the fall comes fast

And the cold pulls through

I’ll still taste July

Every time I think of you

One song

One road

One view

And every blazing sunset

Looks a little like you

Backseat sunburn kisses

Driving into what-if’s

You taste like cherry lip balm

Warm sand and promise

If this is just a season

Let every sunset witness

Us screaming out the window

Loud

Loud

Loud

For backseat sunburn kisses