She asked me where I was once and I said I was close
I'm always close
Mostly because I'm vague
And I'm careful
Because I don't want to end up in that place that we always end up at and I'm way too familiar with
I'm careful, I'm opaque
I'm a blurring Grey
If I had to describe her
I'd say she was yellow
I know this because I go to sleep
And I wake up to her smiling face
Every
Single
Day
But let me say this
The devil is a fat wet poont
And the road to heaven is p**y that you know too well
I don't know when you'd be hearing this sweetheart
But I hope I wake up tomorrow and it's 70 degrees outside
And it's sunny
But I love it when it rains
I love it when it's Grey