We talked about love, and you said:
"Like there's this strawberry
Or, ****, something sweet like that
In front of me but out of reach
And, you know, never tasted one
Is it time yet?"
      and man, I don't know should I feel lucky or jealous
See I've had my share of berries
Tasted more happiness I think a heart can fit
        Maybe it's allergies, I guess, as
I keep throwing up
Starving after a breakfast in bed