for you i'd write a shitty poem on the wall of a dressing room at jc penny leave a dime on the train tracks drop our names down the shower drain in the hopes that we never come back
you are the brownie to my tv dinner but i don't wanna save you for later cause my loneliness mostly leaves everytime you're with me
for you i'd steal a fifty cent machine and we won't need money or anything cause we'll have gumballs and we'll have figurines i'll be the queen of plastic jewelry, you'll rule with me
and you too, you give me so many things like shade under a tree, like a bottle out to sea love's an onion ring, burn my tongue but it tastes sweet come closer and we'll share this piece