5 Grand
How much do I owe you?
A slice of apple emotion
Smothered in sex carved back
A kiss reluctant to heal,
Good conversation
Between drinks of truth
A bit of room left for an hour late
And a cup of coffee
Over a 2 hour vacation
Through cat walk stairways
And mumbling shouting lisping preaching
“She looks clown”
In and Out
To be topped off
By drips of potato slurred between
Belligerent sentences uttered while inebriated
A concoction to potent to remember details
To glorify the detail of moment
When I would like to kiss you
A slice of apple emotion
Smothered in sex carved back
A kiss reluctant to heal,
Good conversation
Between drinks of truth
A bit of room left for an hour late
And a cup of coffee
Over a 2 hour vacation
Through cat walk stairways
And mumbling shouting lisping preaching
“She looks clown”
In and Out
To be topped off
By drips of potato slurred between
Belligerent sentences uttered while inebriated
A concoction to potent to remember details
To glorify the detail of moment
When I would like to kiss you