here with him..
we are stoned and hungry
drunk and curious
about connections
words
and pictures that mean nothing to us
standing next to me
sounding like rev. jessie jackson
you sway and move with your pyromania
something says it wants rock' n' roll
and what do you want...
you, my crackers and beer sort of man
spitting words in my hair, and side of my face
you pace back and fourth looking for vinyl
and love
now listen to me, i've had a few things to say here and there
throughout the night
things about vulnerability
and douche bags
and dykes
you stood there with a seeming canadian/french "i'm anything cuz i'm adopted," look
and swayed back and fourth
in the quiet sounds
in your headphones
in your music...
this is how it starts, huh,
these sorts of things
well, i'm wondering if this must be some sort of beginning...
