Ladybug on my wrist strikes a simple pose and then flies. Sitting
Man across from me wears housefly-hair and sunken eyes. And he
Just wants another quarter for five quarts of forgetting sauce.
Knuckles white like embers ashen. Clicks his jaw in neurotic
Time. Face a strobe-lit street-light dance as subways screech
Their third-rail rhyme. And I just want to see my girlfriend
Caus her hugs are the best I know. Though I'm gone I don't want
Us to end, but I feel me slipping out the corner of her eye. He
Just wants another quarter for five quarts of forgetting sauce.
And I play "couldn't-be-much-boreder" as I'm watching
The drunk in the corner of my eye.
Writer(s): Craig Wedren, Christopher Matthews, Stuart Hill, Mike Russell
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