You make me the saddest
because you make me so very
You and your estranged taste
and your wacky loves and their hats
and long hair with braids
Big Mama Lips will kiss me everyday
and Aretha will keep on singing
while the gay man plays piano
You have seen the future
and it was like..
like the microwave
and microwaves aren't ever as bad as
Water drips from the ceiling down your back
but it feels like a giant moth flapping his wings.
I have heard you sing and you can sing
with your soul in your voice and your
heart perching on your shoulder,
looking pretty enough to eat
Eating spaghetti, heat of the moment
when a noodle is slipping from your lip
and you look so incredibly
Four squares and you
were the best of all.
Winning makes you enemies.
makes you enemies.
You use it to get respect?
Putting words into your mouth, a mouth with lips for cover,
but it's just a word, love
really all just