slow down, we’re going somewhere
could you hold my shoes
can I walk across stars with my toes
do you mind me asking
all these questions of you
are your needs uncomfortable
do your pleasures moan
notify me if you’re unhappy
make a stand or just call me
if it’s too soon for standing
I let the hot chocolate cool
I’m grotesque you should know
I’ve become a slight obsession
in and of myself
I watch so many ladies come and go
into clean carpeted rooms
where fire is poured into goblets
and burns out all beauty
eyes lose luster hair thins out
I find myself always near the door
where do you wander to
what songs get stuck in your head
the leaves are beginning to leave
which was something I knew
would happen
but it saddens me anyways
but hey there’s one star out
the sky’s orange as usual
I mean we’ll be all right right
it’s college it’s college
everything is in its right and proper place
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