People You Meet Outside of Bars - pronoun trilogy / ampersand Lyrics

I am the saddest sound
When you put your feet on the ground
My tongue begins to ache
Stomach falls and palpitates

With your early morning breath
You kiss my lips and say directly, "I should probably go"
Whoa, no, darling, no

Soon as I put my arms around you
"I have to go." I know you do
But I want to block the door
Throw your shoes back to the floor
Float with you on this ship of sheets
Forever, or at least for weeks

So you can fill this next verse up
With whatever words will make you stay here, your skin next to mine
Whoa, our fingers twined

I'm sick of semi-colons
I'd like to change our punctuation to only ampersands
No full-stops, only "and"

If we're a sentence, let's be a run-on
A sprawling thing three chapters long
A jumbled mess of comma splices
The whole damn cupboard's worth of spices
We'll pull the covers up over our heads
You're all I need, let's stay in bed