Mama was a ramblin' gal

but it wasn't only you. and i thought i thought about it and maybe it's just from outside, those things that derail and co-exist with me here, my dollies are wet.
you
you save it all up and you take it all off, like the peels of a pear, and i think that you're maybe a little past
crazy
and you
you make me feel just like a starling sometimes, when i'm riding the skies and i'm black like the tides of your midnights. i think i see stars, i think i see mirrors, i think i see heaven when sprinkles come down.
and i'll walk the tight-rope with you, holding your hand, and whispering whispering just like your daisies.
and i
i felt like the moon didn't give me enough, and just like she said the grass grows in patches, the kisses aren't forever, and flavors, they wax and they wane.
and i think that i'll run just down the block, i kinda just feel like maybe a sloppy-sweet scoop of ice-cream will do. maybe today i'll have flavor 33.