Late nights in Lake Park
I wait for you to see me
My eyes open, standing watch for hours
Wearing your favorite thing

I awoke pleasing you so slowly
I'm giving you time
The soft light
On your man brow
I'm asking you to show me how

Show me now
Show me a second face
Show me how you make
Your second face

Fingers situate themselves in dark,
Moving the way that is so easy
And in summer bright your shout
On the surface, warm

I throw a box full of oranges,
Syrup seeping out
Searching for a season smell
I run from you then walk back to you
Who I don't know
Sniffing for a light

Show me now
Show me a second face
Show me how you make
Your second face

What did I do to make you feel so bad?
What did I do that you would make me feel so bad?