I think I’d like to take a seat in your lap in a black dress buttoned up high let the darkness in your eyes wrestle with the darkness in mine feeding you ice cream cake just to get that surprised
look
on
your
face
you know I’d sit tall and eat judgement like it was escargot, boy
full of love like the Pillsbury dough boy
won’t have enough
[‘til
we’re
dead]
if you performed a
break and enter
on my mind
I wonder
if
you’d
find
[what you’re looking for]
if the things I haven’t said would turn your head in my direction or is it all just a hypthothetical illusion a fine tuned micro social scenario like an arcade game and we ran out of
quarters
what
if
I
borrow
some money tonight?
what if its living tomorrow?
what if

[I
want
it
to
be?]