Tara

Leaning forward your onion eyes are brown Perfectly sound walking around town Made me an iceberg the many times before Gather tulips to wrap around your face Your polka dot socks and weatherworn black lace Too often a mix of sweet and sore Brush a handful of gravel off my brain It all disappears your voice cures a migraine Made me an iceberg the many times before I would grab a hold of you But I'm just too frightened Sat in a bar in Hoboken We could barter some broken chairs for angel hair When walking up the street I think I know I wanna Ride your segway home Guide me along through your person I just wanna take your fall and cure your gall