Meet me, on the morrow
You know I’m already there
Meet me, on the morrow
You know, I’m already there
Blue moon tonight,
Pop tart in the morning
I walk through the cold, to buy my next meal
Sometimes instead of paying for food, my friends steal
Your opinion just fell from the salt shaker, upset with the meal but you are the maker
And you’re looking down at your plate,
You don’t know the meat, is that by mistake
You got all these stupid, little dramas,
sandwiching all your thoughts with commas
All these stupid, little dramas,
do not cook get delivery from Mama’s
I’m sorry I wasn’t right constantly, like the person that we all strive to be
You use to run to where we’d be, where we’d try to be right constantly
Sometimes I see a person I don’t have too
Sometimes I’m so much better, fucking off without you
We saw the moon rise together too many times, too many times-
And I know you’re bored,
I know what we’re both here for
I get stoned without you
Oh and honey you don’t have too
I slept through the dawn, but dreamt though the morning,
distracted by windows, hunger, and yearning
Brought back by the passionate purring,
somewhere someone’s asleep still stirring
I had a dream, you were in it
Showing up late to our street side picnic
Pretending we don’t know each other
A comma placed between one another