I have to make it above ground and see her tonight at UTA
Where I can, sell her the specifications for building a pineapple grenade
They got all types of fun around for a hydrated bachelorette
And the map on her grandmothers matchbook has led us to zero regrets
Above the bubble bath water line, a sparkling lower half to touch and to taste
When in in the honey moon phase you better not waste the magical numbing effect
And I’d squarejaw that silk until I killed all guilt from our Catholic phase
But the acid might wilt my falsetto and offset my flawless PH
Is it misleading to string her along
Exchanging lustful songs
It feels appropo
We want to stay on this holiday
But we fade away
Down we go
I’d like to leave her with more than less
Before we build a nest
That’s only virtual
It’s common courtesy
You mean more to me
Than I’ll ever know
They gave me medicated insoles
For 20 years of hauling river rocks in dress shoes
Was I expected to be grateful
Because I interpreted that as “we all hate you”
All of my cereals gone stale
And the bridal veil repurposed as dish cloth
He tried to circumvent her suffering
She had enough of him
And he was quick to take off
Brisbane level 1
Stacking wartime bonds
Too scared to speak his mind
So his son writes bad songs
Anyone want a piece of me
I’m affordable, low rent
In the nighttime I can catch a glimpse
Of all my gifts misspent
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