There's a tick in my eye
makes it lazily slide to put her in periph wherever she is in the room
but i cannot deny
that the voice in my mind
would as soon talk to her
than lie dying in a shallow tomb
my head is a place for side long glances and personal space or elaborate dances nothing is static and nothings the same and i never even bothered to learn her
last name
sure it's delusional, creepy, insane
but since she struted in i haven't been
the same
what else can i say besides darling look my way.
i dunno what tells me that i could seduce her
dress like a small meth addict flavour flave
probably thinks that i'm gay - i do
musical theatre i tell myself i'd get her if i thought that i'd
behave.
but my head is a place for side long glances
and personal space or elaborate dances nothing is static and nothings the same and i never even bothered to learn her
last name
sure it's delusional, creepy, insane
but since she strutted in i haven't been the same
oh what else can i say besides darling look my way.

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