and it's 1am
as quiet as a church here
cats tucked asleep
my slipper wrapped feet
tip tapping patiently
as quiet as a church here
cats tucked asleep
my slipper wrapped feet
tip tapping patiently
where have i been today?
to slow movements slicing through air...
feet grounded, head floating out there
a big baby cradled with care
by ugly brown leather and
whizz whizzing, fat tongue
sore jaw...
i can feel myself floating through blues and greens,
i can see myself sunning while the choo choo moves on...
resting under canopied beds
cream chiffon or mother natures green head
i'm your little sweet spoon
that stirs your rich coffee
that forms with you lying down
i steal the sweet chocolates
from the brandy glass...
i'm the big fat grin walking through walmart
with a ketchup bottle, following the cute chihuahua
the tipsy lass
black lace bra inside out
fiona apple's when the pawn...