Graveyard shift ain’t got no **** on me
Oh wait, held over my head
I look up
I realize
It’s me watching me
Nonsense thoughts
Unobtainable shots
I stop
I look
I call.
I call myself out in the open
I hold myself up to a fantasy
A fantasy which took two years
Two years to create
Two years to assimilate
And two to discover.
I’ve discovered you and I know you.
I love you and I can’t wait to marry you. But.
But.
But. There’s never a perfect time to get this thing right
Temptations a *****, but so is karma
All together held with a lick.

Her knowledge of this has come with age


And so it begins.