I hit this bowl to my face
Blow up mattress last night stay
I can't figure out how to cover the ikea
Built sofa, as the older generation
Pens and pencils in their hands
Waiting and procrastinating
They think they have too much of me
In their category.

But I don't wait
Pontificate, an army of dreamers next to me
Unpack suitcases and drawers of clothes
My mouth so wet with the thought
Of physical sunshine back in my life
I know you have loved hard
You know I have loved hard
But the ice in my coffee has completely melted
Lets just be ready for each other.

Maybe its betrayed kisses
Or my temple that keeps spasming
Caffeine, lack of sleep, pick me up
You think I'm so **** in my little barbie top
But I feel most free with no make up.

Colorado, years we fantasize upon
As the demons of my lurking past
Sometimes whip and bite into my chest
Nostalgia should have been my middle name.

14 days?
We count down, whisper and say
Each others name
Late into the night as the moon coos and whimpers
Every time we release
To the thought of each others skin again.

Let me be
Let me let me
Be the moon fanged woman
To change everything.