you see me lying on the couch for a bed. 20 minutes and seduction has passed, you only get one chance. pull out a book of proverbs, shit from your head. you don’t ever go with many girls, when you do you go with skinny girls. save a space for desire in your crowded future, cause I’m waiting for fire with only seconds to burn. given up and denied yourself intransitive verbs. convince yourself we’re alive while wallowing in the blur. you see my crying for your salvation but you can’t save me from these bourgeois loiterers I can’t shake off.