In the shower high, I try to soften my desire
Release the need to name
Complex primate mating game
See it through anthropology
The dance, the feint, the eulogy
To exaggerate dramatically
But that's how it feels actually
Betrayed by truth on off kilter wifi
In comic filter outlines
A frozen screen on FaceTime
My dream girl's face replaced by
A subtle downer, stoney side
I hadn't known about
A microsecond fecund scowl
Doubtful, hateful, grossed out
A single frame of wintry bitch
Fashioned with three flattened lips
Caught in Max Headroom glitch
Talking rather devilish
Then a breath, and a cute pic
In a text, and I regress
To thee ol' bday ootd
Ogling her chest
Braided belt, white tote
Brown boots, black dress
Hands out so elegant
Slow pirouette
Alone against brick wall, yes
In a parking lot of snow, then
Lifts left bottom leg, then
A little trot toward her phone
Dance-style, with a smile at the end
Wearing out the joust
House ain't got no joist
I don't have a choice
It's coming down around me
It's probably not about me
It's a pattern, chaos theory
But when we test our personalities
Both get ENFP-T
Stunting, howling, counting nuts
Picking nits long distance
You ask me to choose your finger tints
Then come back colored different
Some kinda test? New ep dropped
You let me watch you watch it
Those pathetic men you match, yeah
You're building one from scratch
I drew you in a locket
But you truly can't be captured
Looked more like Davy Crockett
I showed you on screen after
Want to touch you in a whisper
Never see you bristle
But my body is a thistle, yes
And friction make you blister
But oh
Just give me a reason
To hang on
Something to believe in
Juleczka
I don't want to be your dry hump loophole
Just another simp guy you can control
I want your all (I want more now)
Dried up sleep to powder
Mind runs marathons about her
Wake up at six on daggers
In a barrel down Niagara
Eight, awake in vacuum bag
Vassal on allotted land
Fixture in the lag, no texture
Picture phone in hand
Spare as a frontier overhead bin
Staring at my last night's text on read
Eleven oh nine, then eleven ten
Trying to find the strength to leave bed
Talk about it with my sister and Anna
My brother and Heather, my psychoanalyst
And my other therapist, and consensus is
Nobody know shit
Bad timing so you hint
Well it's useless arguing
Yes, so I'm hedging bets on Hinge
A fruitless, soulless thing
But what I see potentially for you and me?
It's worth more than a fling
More than a ring from a gum ball machine
In a long lost corner at the dollar tree
So yeah, when you talk timing, I check out
This is the planets going 'round
The whole ass universe expanding
This is time itself played out
Into the beyond our understanding
So oh
Just give me a reason
To hang on
Something to believe in
Juleczka
I don't want to be a plaything on your couch
I want more now (I want your all)
Sure, I'm down to make out to
The roar of a TV sports crowd
But I want more now (I want your all)
I don't just want to be your pal
I need give me your company
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