somewhere in lofi dreams girls sit in a meadow below a saturated sunset that melts everything in sight
but not them and they feel the warmth encapsulate them
as though they've slipped into a jar of honey
and they can still breathe

but if you ask me where that place is, i don't know
the smallest drops of water, they suffocate my best identity
the one that thrives in honey day dreams
and floats on evaporation's of polyamorous love

i'm sure that solid, honey drenched girl has
slept upon those clouds she pulls the cover over her face
and falls into love with two and the two lovers love her the same
her rasta smile and rainbow hair ooze and drip from her embodiment as she says "love is love, the more the better"
and she reeks of drugs and
spray tan and suddenly she
doesn't look so beautiful anymore