hey baby wanna date me black water smooth accost lets meet in the stream of my consumption I wanna how much you cost is worth still in joules or heart break with this little left to be lost
I wanna be a better person but sometimes one must say fuck it
once the longing really hits you nothing can be creep from the closet whether outward aggression or internal fighting
In obsolescence and dominion theres a little tiny version of me inside of me but it's not acting any different
I want to have a really smooth body so you feel turned on when I talk to you
I want steve martin in my cellphone speed dial so that little funny man can talk me through
asking you if we could just shut up and let our limbs confuse the start of you and end of me
Its so hard to control it but my god presses down my demons and they turn into sebaceous cysts that plague my penis
I want a normal life a normal dick a normal sense of resolution I want no more obsession over kisses on the cheek with turquoise lipstick
No confusing drunkenness for cordiality or fear I missed it or for vocal chords saying baby don’t you want me
I want a
Normal sense of knowing when I’m wanted
Ive got some friends with some really smooth bodies they all want me to go and talk to you
They want me to disregard the personal bubble and tell the truth
That I want our lips to confuse the start of u and end of me