Dribbling from our chins, I could mix Up that jealous potion we both salivate Into jars we store under our beds Like a tigress in the night I maul down my past, But move really--very fast Because I hate to wait. Crying into my red wine Tantrums you could somersault into But you've got that something for me So my long legs and I We stop running.
I see you swagger into a brisk heat My imagination twirling and throwing Me into the streets of Philadelphia I look at now, with a slight negativity Take me away from here I will take myself away from here But my drumming ***** fills up Every time I am placed in a paint soaked bathtub.
I direct and I describe things with a sense of urgency All the while I feel the howling sensation But I see your name flash and click before my mind Place maybe, me in your pocket I feel my impatience and need for more Bury itself deep in my throat
Why, yes, thats me over here choking On the kitchen cozy floor But you are scared to view all my angsty work So I purr and hum In my little Breakfast At Tiffany's studio.
Falling the more you describe possibility But you need so much more clarity While blonde heads tell me I really should settle down But I jump into clumps While jesting, "Lets just get married." But all I want is your hand in mine I promise I could be the prettiest little thing Of yours But yes, there is a mane and fangs.
Trees and people covering the streets In your little collared shirt, Spanish Echoing from mouthes all around So sorry to act like such a clown But sometimes I feel like my pounding brain and heart combusts And gets the better of me.
Gripping fingertips laugh and lick My skin that you long to kiss from afar Hold the computer so close, But don't glorify what you don't have You are so right But at midnight You are not mine to hold For now, we murmur.
If I could find a little space Filled with only glass windows Splatter paint and red roses I would let you watch from afar If you wanted, darling button baby As I flew and drew Exactly what it meant to be away from you.
Maybe I am just a fool Maybe I am too young Maybe I am unappreciative of what I've got But I won't stop pouring and swimming In the paint of the world I long to create So come join me in the club foot bathtub Blue paint would go perfectly with your eyes.
Or maybe I just A flicker of an emotion human beings Give a name to: "sad." I remember when past lovers would refer to my emotion As "mad" But the truth is that I am a kaleidoscope Full and brimming with childish wonder.
And I can't even formulate The palette of colors I feel tonight Because text is not enough.
But if you wanna buy me the biggest Nicest bag, you can find baby Do so, I will wear it in the bathtub With my passport and Chicago traveling eyes In hand.