You love me, you know. (I know.)
Just shout, “Oh, my heart!”
and I’ll be there in three.
(Whenever we’re apart, you never
cross my love—ever.)
who you are
and will ever be—
Item: We’re broke. I’m just saying.
We look like we’re friends, playing
for the first time. Right?
Are you my first love? My eyes,
my heart? What are you?
(Another secret? And there’s
Oh no! Baby, be like you always
“We’re not together—I just can’t believe it!”
“Oh, baby—I just can’t.”
“Whatever! I would’ve done it for you!”
“I believe you!”
“I’m in pieces. I’m just—shaking.”
“You want to play me. I’m going!”
“My first love—”
(A bad dream—)
(—and I buy anything, I lose.)
“Round and down…”
“But you’ll wake!”
Bucks skipping. (Crazy!)
Above, a star. (I’m dazed!)
The stars: an amazing playground. (Oh, my heart!)
I was struck at school. (I loved nobody!)
I was thirteen, breaking my heart daily. (Don’t need nobody!)
In the street, on the weekend, my heart pounding,
I see her.
And it woke me up. Made me see
that I really want her.
She compared us. (My first beat-down.)
She had me going, “Baby, come on!” (She knows she got butt.)
And now, because she was ever between
1. “Say she came to…”; and
2. “Just keep on!”
I’ve made my bed.
There was—when I could—no “Had to!” or “Now is now!”