the morning sets,
it nearly dawn,
the birds are chirping,
i awake with a yawn,
i see the bae
with a smile on his face
i close my eyes and say
"I wanna make-out with your face"
i go in hard, with him taking off my cloths
then he goes down town i yell and moan
we change positions like every ten minutes
I'm never now riding on his big ****
were still going its 9 am
i've came 20 times
but he's still going
we went on for two more hours
i'm so worn out and tired
i kissed him and went back to sleep
and he said "**** that was sweet"

Sunday.
The coffee knows,
and my toes;
I can't move either.
Sunday.
House is quiet,
after the riot;
it's a breather.
Monday.
Comes too fast,
a weekend passed;
not a pleaser.
Sunday.
Through a week,
your silent break
is just a teaser.
Sunday.
Feelin' lazy;
it's all hazy...

Usually this is the time I call you to see if you have any plans,
crossing my fingers to see you tonight.
But last week, for the third time since I met you,
I decided to leave you.
Since that I got asked on a date,
I got good morning messages,
I got good night messages,
I got coffee at my door on the coldest night.
None from you.
and still I'd rather look at you smiling,
I'd rather look at the way your hands move,
I'd rather stay in silence sitting next to you.
So tonight, instead of calling you
I find myself making plans with someone else
to get you out of my head.

Nights like this
Nights like shining starbursts in black abyss

When sweaty palms arise not from fear
But butterflies ten thousandfold

And the taste of her lips
on yours
on a lamplit January road
Still lingers come daybreak

Those are the nights I stick around for

buzz buzz
friday friday
sitting on the brink
ready to drink
buzz buzz
friday friday
get the juke turned up
my feet wanna thump
buzz buzz
friday friday
got on my cool clothes
yea you know how this goes
buzz buzz
friday friday
let it all hang out
this is what it's about
buzz buzz
friday friday
buzz buzz
friday friday

One ear listening to the rain register its grievances with the window,
The other hearing the soothing murmur of your voice
Traveling from some insignificant place
Wrapping around my body like a favorite sweater
Or a dose of benadryl.
For a moment I am pulled away from myself
By the striking thought that somewhere
Most certainly
There is an alternate universe where I am irrevocably
All-consumingly in love with you.
The thought makes me smile, lazy and sly as a cat.