Arrived late to the early bird special for the heavens of my mind
I'm a hard boiled egg in a soft shell crab waiting to be swallowed by a ***** swamp filled with ugly crocodiles in the same vein  at the same time 

Looking for a broader spectrum of potential unknowing whispers 
whispered a sweet something about a whole lot of maybes in my ear lobe.
Caterpillars sing songs to September 
slowly crawling back in time encouraging a butterfly of memories 
where two left winged hearts collided making supper with our doubts 
about unconcious recollections where we are mapping out the signs of new breakfast and bedrooms.

Investigate the vacancies of hearts you wish to keep with an open ended pitch of the other ones who seek you out.
Heart's for rent here
Who's the last tenant that moved out? Blur kaleidoscope of old addresses with similar layouts 
Because you're looking for French bathtubs in old Victorians 
And with the right selling line 
It's just a vintage room lined with dusty curtains and a sunroof with penetrated ceilings 
A character of wills you say,
blueprint of rented feelings.

Stir a cocktail of shock waves 
from stone cold realizations
while i mull steadily on my unsure 
recollection of what you meant when you said I'm the best thing
you've found in a long time. 
But that's just a new line
you've heard wiser men say
So you say it without hesitation and
make earlier reservations.

God, this could take an hour 
Or a second if your patient 
Adapt to different payments
Unusual affective statements
Encase it in sarcastic shell
crack it by the cases
Sew it at the seams make sure 
I seem real sure of your supposed
intentions.