I lived.
I had try to live with in her in a heart stained way.
Like lights on top of a hamburger shop.
Showing space, showing something we should stop for.
Because I haven't been paid.
I haven't been laid and
Neither had she.
So we should try to light a fire tonight
Still hanging out trying to see
Just how we should be.
It's not free, feeling another.
It's a fight you should show you should flee
and begin to be known.
Like a robin whose shown
a better feathered beat
A battered stray cat.
Clearly we have an understanding.