It was never my place to say but by the end of the day
I hope you decide that it’s my place you’d like to stay.
Overnight, as I explain why you’re the one with the invite.
Before we fight about your preemptive strike and prove you’re more bark than bite.
It’s quite right the way you use your spite to reach the trite height of how you see life
despite some of the feelings you may excite it was your script I was planning to rewrite.
That’s just me being polite as I sip this sprite atop a construction site.
She taught me about a slow burn and now it’s your turn.
In my head my only concern is when will she ever learn
Spreading out her gaps like the Colonel of Kern
Kick turns, between two ferns and awaiting your return.
splitting atoms and doing things I can’t fathom in my dreams
throwing tantrums in tandem with no one else but how she seems.
bits and pieces mashed up between what I perceive and what I’ve actually seen.
Extra long showers submerged in water like an aquamarine getting clean
Step out of the steam like a different person dressing down for Halloween.
Peddle bikes, verbal fights and open mic nights.
Motor cars, making up and stage freight.
If it’s not one thing than it’s defiantly the other.
Feeling dehydrated Apu’s serving Squishy’s during an Indian Summer.
Sunshine with high chances of back-sweat.
Fact is it’s unattractive as I’m sure you’ve gathered as of yet.
You can find me spraying my tag for no one else to see.
Black finger tips in the dark, bike cops can’t patrol on thee.
Short skirts, tight tops and high boots
Spent all night drinking, then ate a full bowl of fruit
Puking up dark red profusely from my head, digestive track reroute.
Much like Abe Lincoln’s did when Booth came to shoot.