You sit with crossed legs
In a where’s Wally number
Round frames, and dark rings
From lack of slumber
Usually I like a bit of pillow
But when your stripes rose as you scratched
I couldn’t help trail along the inverted belly
And latch myself to dreams of catch
I’m more concerned you’re fruity
Than if you’re single
And I’ve hatched a millions plans to snatch
You from daydream to reality
But I’m unmatched in my lack
Of confidence and clarity
So I just snack on my crumbs of you
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 