Cubicals give me headaches, here’s a setup to fill my head space….
Imagine him pulling up in his mom’s Toyota,
Imagine me looking out of this world, solar.
crop top, short shorts, & Tim’s
sitting on the porch impatiently waiting for him
hoping this time I won’t fuck things up with my mind
wishing that it goes good with out trying, effortless.
i see the radio and my first instinct is to mess with it
he grabs my hand and my heart jumps & i wish we were doing like rabbits.
i gotta keep my head out the gutter- its a bad habit…