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.