I want to hold you
Like some 19th century politician's face
Holds a classy mustache
I want to fly somewhere
I want my mind to fall off and
Meet you somewhere near your house
So my head will be within your head
I will be behind your brain
I'll use osmosis to be inside of you
And grow out like a beard
And leave as a manatee
Severely depressed
Because I'll be gone
My mind is in civil war
I want an energy drink
I want to sleep loudly
I want you to touch my hips
While breathing on my breathing
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