Today i was good at the city
Today i made some money
See mommy?
Today i kissed a real beauty
She was a painting she was glowing
She was santa fe and roughed up copper
A real wrist-knocker
A teenager next to an ash tray
Under a grand piano they laid
And nostrils flared as they misbehaved
David he played us a silent fugue
Ears stuffed with flowers while joejoe cruised
And duncan stirred though nothing was heard
And i thought i saw your face in the fog
But it was just the fog
O m g
The fruits were all cold, the fruits were all cold
And swelling
They put a hard face to soft sleep
PILLLOOOWWWLLLLY
O daddy
I’m 23(17)
Well aren’t all we