I am a tin can. The most average tin can Your eyes did ever see. But leave me in the sun and, baby, I'll glow You better believe I'll be 1E10K Burning
Some more about me, Because honey, You should know: I'm curvy Easily grippable Touchable Gropeable The perfect size For your hands To wander in so tight To find.. I'm not tin, I'm soup. And baby, I spill easily If you hold me upsidedown Like that. I dent easily When you press me Like that. And baby, I grow cold When you forget I'm soup And I need a heat source To taste right.
No one likes cold soup.
But when I'm hot I'm sure if I asked You would eat me all day.
Mmm baby, Its so bittersweet That a can could love the sun. Your dawn Captivated me Intrigued me As much more welcoming Than the microwave. And honey, When you lay your head Just above the horizon, Illuminating every white flower With your breathtaking red-orange haze You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen And I am the luckiest can In the whole **** world And I try to pinch myself But I don't have arms. I wish I did. Because the way You, so quickly, Drop below the horizon Vanish from my sight Leave me warm for a moment Until the cold seeps in Makes me wonder If maybe I'd be better off With the stability of A microwave.