Could you get to be the thing I rush home to be with?
My candlelit nights with Mary Jane and Drake
And a pen and paper,
naked with my thoughts
Would you flicker enough to hold my attention
Or would I find myself bored by the constant pattern of your shining light?
It’s never easy to love
But there are easier people to love,
Would it sync to mine?
Could I get inside?
If you wanted to, you’d be there
The depths of my soul, my innermost ghosts
My lungs and on my breath
on my breasts
engraved on my heart,
forever mine and you forever my
Your hand, could I fit inside?
Would you clench to me like an object,
or write with my body your most beautiful work?
The hope in a blank piece of paper
Is a possibility of the new
And I’d like to feel you down under my skin,
Like a constant bass
buzzing on my body
You’d make it impossible to forget you
And you’d get me enough to know I would at least try
You’d get me because you never got me
So let’s get together
and get it.