oh me, friday night and here i am again
kneel at the window
in all of your furs
slither the spoon to your mouth
watch the emergency crew
escort a saronged woman into the back of the truck
it's not an ice cream ad, lovely
it's just you and your cheap dress
twilight on the northside of chicago, an underpass kind of gray
oh haha what a lark
to stand at ashland and clark
to stand anywhere really and holding your breath, plug your nose
and pretend you can't smell anything
oh me, the perfective despressive
i really ought to learn to let go
oh me, saturday night and here i am again
sorry i didn't say
"i know a real bed you can sleep in"
"haha the bed's mine"
"haha what'll we do once we get there"
i liked your peppered hair
is it that i like you quiet boys?
who wouldn't ever put a hand on the back of my neck
to grab the wisps of hair there
i mean my motto is
i can do anything
if only someone would let me
waiting for invitations
i'm too scared to put a hand softly on your breast pocket
too scared to lean in and breathe in your ear
if you're reading this,
i kindly request you force my hand
my wanting you shouldn't have to be a choice
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