hi, im mcdavis

The Spill Canvas - Teleport A & B

Constantly working,
through the mileage in my head
Oh, I’m calculating, yes I’m sick of waiting
How many hours left until I reach your bed?

And no, I’m not a skeptic anymore
At last I see what all of this ridiculous hard work is for
The moisture in the air is begging for release
and the memory of your stare is raining down on me

Hypothetically if you were point A
and theoretically if I was point B,
we would be, we would be frantically melting
into one massive point
that could overcome anything