Is there a reason you dusted up your nose before you came over
put a little heat on your hands, hate in your words
you were so short on the phone I forgot if you were coming
I told you not to park in front before two in the afternoon
they don't like seeing your car in the morning
it blocks the fire hydrant, and we're certainly starting fires
Are you going to avoid kissing me in the elevator to prevent us from getting serious
You're looking at me, but I know you feel me groping at your insides
Look, we forgot to push a button, I bet you just want to leave
We're not even there yet
I know you remember which apartment it is
Especially from the outside, looking at the door close behind you before the dawn
Before I let my neighbors know that I know you
I offer you a drink, not because its easier when your drunk
It's because I don't want to deal with you sober
I can fuck with you better when your not so damn lucid
Sit there
on the ottoman
If you don't throw down that guitar, and stop playing love songs
I'm going to fuck you where you sit
with the blinds open
Why do you always cover up your legs
your breasts
and in-between
Its not like I care about those
could you at least cover up your face
Wear a name tag, give me a washable marker
I'll give you a ride home
after I smoke a cigarette away from you
don't call your mother from my phone
I don't want her to know you were here
I'm not your connect
although when you come over I always score
Next time try not to be so damn immature
try to act a little older
just a little older
than seventeen
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
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