Counting on my fingers
flicking on a blinker turn away
hook and line and sinker
feelings always linger through the day
adding to my body weight

i know that you're getting sleepy
pavement turning into soup
in a moment you'll be sinking
mother named you i love you

living in a lunch box
should have worn some sun block turning red
hear a little blunt talk
always on the run thoughts put to bed
catching on another thread"