Are we gonna get to a point
Baby, angel, love bug, love
Pet names encircle the wreath around my neck
Like I got private and intimate things to say
But with uncurling fingers they whimper and reach
Outstretched intertwined with my own self wit, reassurance
My room is a battlefield.

Boxes piled high
We snorted ******* laughing and carrying on into the night
Play and hum that Kid Cudi sweet goo louder
We wanna drop our backs and our shoulders
I tell my brothers and my sisters
I got ****** and played the harmonica
In the golden south.

My eyes are glazed over and weary
Hand that bottle of serotonin over
Not enough smoothies to give me heaven
Wanna play and frolic in the sun
But with heavy leaded pencils
I mark spots and electricity pox
Like all the times I threw the letter
"Z"
Ripped a tear right through your face
And waved goodbye along with the fruit flies
You must say "Forever ever. Forever ever"
At long last.

But I can't teach a class
With my slenderness and blonde demure
I wish my ******* were bigger
But thats part of my charm
I echo slate and bohemian sculpted lines of
Multicolored witty *** chalk.

You work today, training day 2
We best friends, we mean everything
I got this big meeting tonight, Wednesday too
I don't know what my future look like
But you say standin' outside it look hella successful
Mondays, oh Mondays.

I have to pack some more now
And gaze out the window wishing my teeth were sharper
On this lean Tuesday
I hope you're surviving the post
******* and Maple whiskey,
Ride.