Neon Indian
Terminally Chill
Just asleep she's been waiting to creep for a long timeFriendly eyes so small they rise from the waist lineIn dreams came callipygous things to my bedsideAnd shrimped so she's pullin the plugs to the outsideLike the days when lovesick haze chemical friedLock your face point to minimum waits friends to decideMostly nights when your perfumes hide to reviveOn all my soup we caught in the tide
From Letras Mania