Is she still harboring my hidden young hurts?
Ecstatic is not the word
To describe my loser’s life in a long backwards burp.
Especially regarding you and your eccentric egocentric bag of tricks.
Bitch! I love you this much
To hide my guilty guts.
And prescribe to being suitably, sullenly sick and nuts.
I remember it deeply
I remember it dearly
One more moment gone
One more moment turned yearly
Time flies when you’re having fun
But it doesn’t take the bus
It takes an airplane into the sun
And doesn’t wait for us…