Sunday before noon
Watching a.m. video
Thinking it’s too soon
I won’t get up at all
It’s too late to erase all the good
That you did to me when you were good
Disappearing in
My silky sofa skin
I’m wrapped in fabric weaves
Still with a thirst for love
You’re like milk, running bad, catching taste
Still too good to spit out and go to waste
And baby all I want you to
Is take it all away
Take it to another place
So I can breathe again
Baby all I want you to
Is pack up all your things
And leave me while I’m living
It’s like classic lines in films
Like classic drinks with gin
It’s like a classic “she leaves him”
You will be remembered
And I eat all the fat I can afford
Then you call and sequel’s secured
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