I sought you
I found you
I fight you
Surround you
Breathe deep now
I pound you
Oblivion
Caress you
Six billion
Obsess you
Not healthy
Forgotten
Not sweet now but
Rotten
I've smelled true
And gotten
The fine fruit
She brought and
I've climbed every mountain
I sail on a fountain
That makes all the pennies
Throw up
Like the raven
Can't shut,
Stop behavin'
Can't seek
Their own maven
Can't treat their own kin
I get sad for them often I'm still glad I brought them when they let enough light in I'm barely goodnight and I treat you I treat we I drink up your sweet tea I thirst for her anger but I'm quenched in my hangar...

Soaring
Pouring
Flying
Sighing

Then I look out the window
I see her in sandals
I look for your weakness
You laugh with a Preakness.
I promise her the grand daddy of them all
Then we ball, and we ball, and we ball, through the stall.

Till we fall
Not we, you
I mean me
And my sweet tooth
My love is a phone booth,
I have no one to call.

You should see her
Desert you
I'm sad she had to see you
Her eyes are for sunshine
And you are the gutter.
For you, I bet, she would probably 'forget the butter'.