Bent the hose to stop the sprinkler. Hosin' off the sidewalk. What does it say. Your fucking sunny day. . Is it not supposed to if and when. The deep down bends.
The shape of the sun ah, pretty ways pretty ways and. Things to come. . When this day is done you will collapse collapse into. (The funnel of) my arms.
We like to throw our bodies around. We like to feel each other. We're all slaves when we hear that sound. Says dance. Says dance. Says you gotta dance.
Here I go again. Up and down alone. All my friends went home. Years ago. . All my toys are broken and. So am I inside mom. The carnival has closed. Years ago.