Every pleasurable thing is full of t r a p s My jaw between sweat and the carpet to proveYour peace of mind is possibly at the eye of only oneSorry, I’m busy, don’t we all Beg for answers over chewing breakfast,few know yours, like their own soApologize for the smoke in their nosesat 6…
We’re all dying and its thoughtless to lead with, “Hey” and “What do you do for work?” I need to know: After countless lost loves, I’ve learned that I can’t fall in love, or make love; if you won’t at least answer these questions. I will.