in my dreams, we meet outside ice cream stores over a banjo
we talk about toilet seats until my cigarette (cigarette?) is ash
in life, friends say, guess who i saw in a serious voice
and i say your name and they say i've never met that schmuck
i'm talking about the schmuck that just left you
and i say how i haven't noticed this breakup
my heart is still slinged in summer popsicle sticks
in my dreams you suck the tits out of my toes
like a sticky sugar cone, and everything is normal, open even.
we talk about toilet seats until my cigarette (cigarette?) is ash
in life, friends say, guess who i saw in a serious voice
and i say your name and they say i've never met that schmuck
i'm talking about the schmuck that just left you
and i say how i haven't noticed this breakup
my heart is still slinged in summer popsicle sticks
in my dreams you suck the tits out of my toes
like a sticky sugar cone, and everything is normal, open even.
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