I'm not hugging you no more
Because you hug back like a cactus
Out come rosy-red cheeks like springing leaks.
So, shuffle, sway, pick up things and look underneath them.
So, shuffle, sway, pick up things and look underneath them.
So, shuffle, sway, pick up things and look underneath them.
So, shuffle, sway, pick up things and look underneath them.
Trail off and disappear.
Kids grow up and they all have one
Suburban folk-lore. Legend of failure.
A diamond in the rough polished up to be an immaculate piece of shit.
I hope you make it.
