Cute Boy Kissing Booth - Eric Reads a Poem lyrics

I can feel it when I'm talking to you The worms like factory workers, underground The planes full of people, pa**ing over birds Friends kissing each other Getting into cars and leaving, coming back, always Even if I were dead, my body a factory for worms to work in I am practicing to become a payphone Outdated and full of quarters Time infinite and nothing, all at once And I know of nothing more beautiful But for now, your heart is a 6-year old's birthday party Your mouth is a bed of flowers, covered in snow