I Lived In The Mouth Of A Little Boy

[vacntstgermance]

I once lived in the mouth of a little boy
And every time he spoke I lost that much more of my hearing
And every timed he exhaled
I smelled his breath
He shouldn't kiss a lot of girls
I slept under his tongue. In his mouth
It was my blanket and I always felt like I was
In the rainforest
I meditated on his taste buds
And itched them when I was starved
So he would eat
What I was in the mood for.
This worked out well. The rent was free
But sometimes I feared that he knew I was there
Free loading.
He never swallowed me though.
I once lived in the mouth of a little boy
And my words echoed in his cave. Came off his lips.
He was passionate for the time I lived there.
He didn't know how he conjured up all those ideas.
I guess it was my reward. To myself.
Cos if I was gonna have to breathe his breath
(He shouldn't kiss a lot of girls)
Passionate words might as well come out with it.
This worked out well.