Elsa Deutschbein
Lovable Jackass
Issac is a boy I know with hands He touches himself when he is restless Moving over all his favorite limbs Throwing things meanwhile to distract us Isaac plays bass, piano, and guitar Always likes to occupy his fingers Taunts his lips with hookahs and cigars Likes to have something on which to linger Playing such a sadist he locks me in his room Says, "when you're done writing you will get to move" All the while playing some happy stolen tune I like his friend, whose in his band Isaac likes to tell compulsive lies Never met a boy who was more friendly He will be most anything you like Unless he has you trapped in his fucking purgatory He's talking quite incessantly, I don't have room to breathe Yet I know regardless he will never let me leave Even if I beg him, "Ike, I'm dying, please!" And suddenly out of the blue he hears my desperate pleas Sticks his hand down his pants and tells me he's hungry I never really thought that he would ever let me leave His friends outside, I catch his eye He grabs my hand, and suddenly a song's in my head But I'm not telling Issac is a boy I know with hands He touches himself when he is restless Moving over all his favorite limbs But I never met a more lovable jackass
From Letras Mania