I don’t need you I need my shoes My toothpaste, pencils, jackets and spoons What are you good for a hug and a smooch? I definitely have better things to do like light this match and clean this table and find that boa constrictor that’s been missing since april don’t worry I won’t think of you unless i’m drowning in my fuel and caught the flu and needed you to say, “bless you” to my “achoo” You shock me with a laugh when I trip my laces break a glass take your smile ingest it don’t look back Hardly out of reach but I won’t try Your hands too pita mine too rye
Ovens
This oven is full of feelings exposed Whoever created these wholesome words knows What pie tastes like to those who are hungry What pie takes like to those who prefer cake(so sweet) But this oven is still full Even though you always watch TV when you eat pie While somewhere inside deepsea children cry I can sweep you in my seaweed bed and lie Where playmobil sets make my coffee taste like paint But I don’t say why
