Every time he's on your mind
I'm in your bed
with some papers & a dime
to soothe your worries
when he's been out all night
"Don't worry, I'm not that kind of guy,
but I'm so much worse.
So hold your horses,
keep your pants on
& cool it with the fucking superlatives.
If it is what it is
then what is that anyway?
...thought I was finally coming around."
But like the dirt on the ground
or the seeds in your beak
I thought I'd land eventually
'cause nothing's outside the scope of gravity
except the things you hear in your head
& you bring yourself down anyway