The stale fish and the bedroom alabaster,
I quickly change into
My pajama bottoms and gills,
To slice my neck on the charcuterie board;
I glance at my watch as I turn in the grill,
This boy loves me;
Why else would he be smiling and putting truffle
On my pajamas with ruffles,
My roomates pretty baffled
About the boy in my kitchen
He was pretty with eyes that died
He asked me out on a friday night,
I chose to love instead of fight or flight,
He was the southern sea,
Oh what a glee!
Its a shame that it’s almost December,
The time I mourn my yarn
I knit a spider web for Christmas
And put my mouth to the barrel of a gun,
Maybe he could slice me kind
Nov 14, 2023
Nov 14, 2023 at 7:05 PM UTC
The stale fish and the bedroom alabaster,
I quickly change into
My pajama bottoms and gills,
To slice my neck on the charcuterie board;
I glance at my watch as I turn in the grill,
This boy loves me;
Why else would he be smiling and putting truffle
On my pajamas with ruffles,
My roomates pretty baffled
About the boy in my kitchen
He was pretty with eyes that died
He asked me out on a friday night,
I chose to love instead of fight or flight,
He was the southern sea,
Oh what a glee!
Its a shame that it’s almost December,
The time I mourn my yarn
I knit a spider web for Christmas
And put my mouth to the barrel of a gun,
Maybe he could slice me kind
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