just listen:
I gave him two dollars and he blushed at me blushing at him blushing for you-
“I know that’s your girl man, I’m sorry, here, keep it”
no, you need it more than me, I smile.  “that’s your girl man”
it’s not a hard sentiment.
and maybe we’re more alike than we realize;
you’re buying me my first sword tomorrow, and you taught me how to blow smoke rings
that reach the skies quietly.
poetically incorrect go-getter and psychotic backwards ******* we are,
waiting for six o’clock