Into this
house of many days.
Just lay on the floor,
hard and cool as
slate.
You know I love her more and more
than before I run
away.
It triggers up so many hurts,
hurtful words and broken plates.
I like to.
You're fuzzy,
I like to.
Small enough for both of us.
To meet up on the interstate,
waiting on a train.
And just when those big arms lift up,
follow mom,
no time to say.
Love fuzzy.
I like to.
Love fuzzy.
Here
we are in our car driving down the street.
We're looking for a place to stop,
have a bite to eat.
We hung up for a bit of faith
to
replace that fear.
We watermark a dead vacay,
does feel good, does it dear?
I like to.
Love fuzzy.
We can lie to.
Love fuzzy.
Fuzzy now.