look imma lunatic i smell the sun
i would walk through hellina gasoline suit to write poems
for you the morning and i eat pancakes
thick cut bacon marbled w/ gorgeous pig fat
if the bartender can't make you a pina colada
i will tip him until he can
i am a terrible lover
but you can have all of me
the storm is the silence
the wind wind and the wind blowing
distance is no hurricane
if someone was surfing another galaxy
the space between us is nothing
we are so close