It was all talk
And no reaction
Mentioning things
Buried under trust
Between a young man's thighs
Feeling naked
All free and in love
With all those little things
That make us taste like we do
Spilling proclaimations
Of how crazy summer
Melted and poured away
Missing innuendo and
Warm feelings felt
And out on display
Watching shows of
Mothers and fathers
Dancing to my songs
Reaching for fortunes
On the cusp of a mile
Cracked and broken street
If I could only reach
Stretched until skin snapped
And felt like holding
Friends made of shattered things
World seems teeming
With streets of gold
Riding horses made of coconuts
I'm dreaming as if
I had stopped and decided
To grow a brain
You take me so calmly
In your hands bursting
With tears on my shoulder
Made for you
So why should I stop?
