babaloo

sometimes you just want
the song to be for you
and for the flowers to come
to your door

then she doesn’t see you
when you put on your prettiest dress
and the pain is particular
when your lipstick outlines the sureness
of a mouth that forms

I fucking told you this would happen

but the riff is so pretty
and it’s out there for them (all) to hear
how he never wanted to go corporate
and that’s when you see yourself
in the arrogant quaintness of a harmonica
story about gentleness and sunlit porches
with love and poetry
about sweet things overflowing