I have lime light 

Burning my cheeks

While girls flock for the overweight fanny man’s thrashers

I am fucking a few and want you to shatter their dreams

My mind is set on your eyes that are begging to be some romantic poet

I’ll give you that

Your breast are still torturing me

And I am a single moment that will send you to old age

Because Colorado sounds lovely

With water marks and hand motions

You sent the old saint soul to eternal grief and love

I will let you bath in tears of snowflakes 

That the smoker won’t send

I will let you meet new and be lovers

I will be your wristwatch

Ticking my heart 

Being a comfortable back up 

For you to be frighten and pure

Waiting

Loving greetings in the morning and smooth pain at night

You are carrying care packages and I am getting heavier