You're a modern man, with modern words, and a modern heart.
You sharpen pencils with your paint, now show me how to skip in place.
Tattered and bruised, I'm falling over our repetition.
1 + 1 = 2, our counterpart black and blues.
Never lead, never follow. I'll hug your mother, and double your stride.
Are you happy now that you're disappointed?
One fell swoop. Fix your feathers dear, and derive penicillin from soup.
I'll peel through your infinite layers and cool your casual trousers.
Our copper hearts and eyes like dimes, flip the world on its side to find the prize.
"Is this how we consume the day?"
Marvel at a second chance at life, better than 9 lives or 100 trophy wives.
Just intertwine your fingers in mine.