unsatisfied
pictures will not suffice nor will day dreams or the knowledge of what things have been and will not be now, nor wanting or lying awake or sleeping all day, nor regretting or remembering.
i want you
right
here.
in anyway i can get
it's not like i think about it often. just sometimes it comes to mind.
and it's mostly due to a five o clock shadow, and because i like your falsetto,
and i like when you drum with your eyes closed, and when your perfect lips glue the floor to my toes.
i like your hair when it's long. i like it when you get upset and shave it all off. i like that we've had sex after every time we've fought. i like the way your adam's apple quivers at the thought.
i don't dream anymore i don't dream about these things thank god for your adam's apple it always comes back for me. and my finger rests lightly alone on the peak as a sad crime of passion reserved for the weak.
and twenty four hours make so much more sense
and twenty four hours don't matter i guess
it's suddenly something i don't feel the same.
i've suddenly somehow remembered your name.
it's sweet has no seeds
it melts to my teeth.
it's planted your trees
it means more to me.
i blame your adam's apple
its raises and curves
only skin of my lips
can feel when it purrs
and the way that it drops
when an octave has grown
the way that it stops
when we are all alone.
i want you
right
here.
in anyway i can get
it's not like i think about it often. just sometimes it comes to mind.
and it's mostly due to a five o clock shadow, and because i like your falsetto,
and i like when you drum with your eyes closed, and when your perfect lips glue the floor to my toes.
i like your hair when it's long. i like it when you get upset and shave it all off. i like that we've had sex after every time we've fought. i like the way your adam's apple quivers at the thought.
i don't dream anymore i don't dream about these things thank god for your adam's apple it always comes back for me. and my finger rests lightly alone on the peak as a sad crime of passion reserved for the weak.
and twenty four hours make so much more sense
and twenty four hours don't matter i guess
it's suddenly something i don't feel the same.
i've suddenly somehow remembered your name.
it's sweet has no seeds
it melts to my teeth.
it's planted your trees
it means more to me.
i blame your adam's apple
its raises and curves
only skin of my lips
can feel when it purrs
and the way that it drops
when an octave has grown
the way that it stops
when we are all alone.