I Want A Bike

I want a bike I want a classic guitar With a strap Made from tuscan leather And a bag Filled with melted chocolate From the hike We took to take our minds off I want a bike I want a classic guitar With a strap Made from tuscan leather And a bag Filled with melted chocolate From the hike We took to take our minds off I want a bike But now that time has gone too fast I realized I don't even use it I thought you liked it I seriously thought you wanted more of this I thought you needed somebody I thought you needed someone to talk at I thought you needed someone to vomit on I thought you needed someone to hold you While you seized And now the night has opened my eyes And I can't close them I rode it once or twice Those first few days at home I pumped air in the tires And pedaled til my lungs hurt I wheezed up prospect hill I cried and I got sunburnt Exhuming Fred Chopin