Miss Safari

Miss Safari, know I’m sorry, I never meant to pry
into the taped up lie you yourself must had to die
to breathe life into.
Please, Miss Safari, it's still dark before the dawn,
but I see that in your eyes there lies something true.

Take away the stomach pain that I am waking of,
I can’t stand the morning dove, but if he finds me
send my love, I’ll be crawling from above
down to the basement.
Sleep won’t be so easy without the comfort of your voice,
I wish this was my choice, but my blanket feels so moist,
and the father clock has rejoiced
three times this evening.

Miss Safari, know I’m sorry, I did not look
into your stapled book you only gave me once you took
all of the pages from my heart that you went through.
Please, Miss Safari, it's still dark before the dawn,
but I see that in your eyes there lies something true.

Run away without your shoes resting at my door,
I think I’ve seen this once before,
I don’t recognize my floor that I swear
I will restore before you come to.
Your marching band has fallen down, your handsome guard is sick,
he has fallen for my trick, so we’ll sit upon this brick,
maybe this time you won't be so quick
to throw it towards me.

Miss Safari, know I’m sorry, I should’ve known
that the seeds have all been sewn and have already grown

into the plants I ate at the zoo.
Please, Miss Safari, it's still dark before the dawn,
but I see that in your eyes there lies something true.

Leave me here, lying in this rotten jungle mud,
after all, I’m nothing but your bud, choking on this day-old crud,
left to lick my syrup blood from the wounds
you have reopened.
Give away your treasured smile while hiding in the brush,
I’m not saying there’s any rush, but pretty soon you’ll
start to blush, and the bladed grass, so lush,
will cut your golden hair.

Miss Safari, know I’m sorry, I should’ve lied,
and silently have cried at the gates I’ve left behind,
so wasted and askew.
Please, Miss Safari, it's still dark before the dawn,
but I see that in your eyes there lies something true.

Excuse my manners, madam, but I think I scraped my knee,
and who apologizes but me,

for tripping on a tree, and though no one did see,

I did get blood on it.
I know I make the same mistakes, but I only need a week,
to kill this inside freak, so impossible to seek,
until he knows I’m weak and
plays with my tired thumbs.

Miss Safari, know I’m sorry, I came too soon,
a washed-up quarter moon, fed again by my own spoon
the antidote I can’t renew.
Please, Miss Safari, it's still dark before the dawn,
but I see that in your eyes there lies something true.