This comes easily
It’s like a summer heaven
Your attention is sugar

 

 

You in the Porsche
Illinois Route 21
Never felt so pure

 

My man can’t deny
Lilacs at my fingertips
Diamonds can get old

 

 

Chase me all over
Meet me downtown Milwaukee
Cranberry chasers

 

I taste my feelings
You see I’m a real poet
You’re my appetite

 

 

Spilling my guts to
my therapist Is the sole
acceptance I count

 

 

I threw back whisky
Sitting in an airport bar
I hate dark liquor

 

 

I’m ethereal
You will cost a suicide
To love is to die

 

 

Untangle this web
For a wrong turn with struggle
Could cause us trouble

 

 

Babe I’m all alone
Visit me in Juneau Town
You wouldn’t. Said no.

 

 

She sent him her dreams
He wondered what its about
Men are fucking blind

 

 

I get so lonely
I don’t have X-rated dreams
Its reality