Up

Piece out
Fuck up
Suck up
Knuckles in the face
Chewed up
luck up
cut up
clean the room
taste past doom
tears in the sky
looks talking why
Want to keep this going
but i have work in the morning
listen to me, baby
come visit my place next week
i'll treat you real well
some modest fun; decent sleep
taste the grass; reply to the dirt
wonder why you're left alone and hurt
think and cry but let that skirt fly
in the wonderous sun; fly the tide