Then i get out of the laundry service with my little bag
i’m 19, i don’t have to worry…
“do you want those candies?”
because this winter starts to smell like spring
i want to go home and stay in my bed
everything is possible and everything exists
i have to fold it (and grad your every single word)
and every single little thing that i broke
i think i lost my legs because i can’t move
to climb the stairs
and this tatoo you have on your neck
i am going to undress you
“mister the president, if i have porno dreams it is because i’m
dying and my teeth are falling
mister the president, my one and only obsession this
morning is a SHINING SMILE AND HEALTHY TEETH”
thanks.