mamabunny

Gulf to Bay-

boy boy boy
cant stop
mess around.

Sidewalk
away
the docks all lead to the end.

ring ring ring
You gotta go.

Headache dear sunshine
thats all you gave
I kiss your thought
at the marina

the come down
as i remember
left me on my face.

I'll write you out
"it has been a relief"

Dont stop stop ssstop
me.

I hear things
of sleepless nights
in old buses
in that poor boys brothel
in his sick dreams.

The lights of the city
its reflection on the water
the hope that you stayed

Citrus lights
the town that glows
and holds me back

I need his sandpaper hands
sometimes.
But i'll never be stuck
again.