ceres

I wanna kiss you like a traffic jam,
I wanna move slow,
I wanna stop and go like I know at least Im moving towards you.
And theres no use weaving through the gridlock
because every clock keeps probably ticking and tocking
And only theres time for all the amazing
In-between thats been seen and heard
and each word thats passed between us
like someone with somewhere to go and
I know I hardly know you so lets go slow