Dating : Untitled Something

Blowing. The wind on my skin, wrists thin, I’m slim. Feel fat. Where you at? I bought this coffee and a snack. Meet me where we sat. Get back. I’m looking for time where we can just chat.

In a hat sun blazing. Raising suspicion the number one mission into your heart. I want to get stuck there like a fart. Lazy and clever like my art. Lazy and clever, tell me you’re getting caught? Hate it when we’re far apart.

I’m saying: Let me just get lost on your soul. Wherever you rock that’s where I want to roll. Thinking of you I’m losing control. Brain out here on double patrol…