Crawl along dear afternoon
The flaming hoops I'm jumping through
I lie alone against the floor
The car is slamming on the door
You ring my bell and spill my drink
But I am already drunk I think
The taste of smell the luck of smoke
Cars are sliding down the road
Repeating reflections of red brake lights
Shining in my eyes
I am too high
To run the numbers
To poke the embers
Add some quiet
Along this street
I dream of walking down this street humming
Your arc of an arm
Around my heart
Writting our name in sidewalk chalk
Waiting for you on my bedroom floor
Wrapped in your blanket
Wishing for your skin
To make me warm
Begging on the street
For a minute of sleep