paul bunyan

summer ended faster than it started

found my heart but acted heartless

erotics all stemmed from narcotics

 

but now it's cross country like track meets

it's overseas like japanese

athletes couldn't keep up with my heartbeats

so

now i'm stuck

in place like i'm settled down

half a pack of reds mean i can't move a single pound of my body

when i try to step with you

you always far ahead of what i'm tryin to do

but when you come through

it's like nothing i've ever had

nothin i ever had

 

so what do you want me to do

i'm a blank slate

you sketch a couple scratches on my back after dinner dates

and damn it feels so good,

bunyan bobblehead on the coffee table

noddin to the rhythm of strikin wood

 

smell of burnt rubbers from your niche interest trashcan

but i'm always skinnin

did you really see another man

already?

it's just been like two or three weeks

you leave me weak in the knees like RG3