Cryanne

You'd be allergic to my couch So you should not come over I said some fucked up things last week I wish that I'd been sober I know you're trying to make me hurt But I am too cerebral I've begun to come to terms with being shitty people I've seen a single crane this year And it was flying backwards Heading towards your house and Hanging upside down haphazard And I've still got a bunch of questions That have gone unanswered I get the feeling that you'd rather Just keep hurling bad words Eyeballs bleaching from the bright white Getting sunburnt off the water Eagles screaming at you mid flight Midnight lettuce with your mother Two birds hypnotized and bound tight Spinning round and prepped for plucking I can tell something's not right Bobbing left and maybe ducking She said"I don't like you You walk round here Like your shit don't stink" I'll be honest with you I'm stuck in reverse And I'm going too quick