I put my heart and soul in each hand written,
i'm tired of my readers demaning something spit and
telling me they hear a song behind my words,
cause i feel like the guy who couldn't see the sail boat, absurd,
if you're not sure what movie, Mallrats,
need help getting the hit in the hint? here's a tall bat,
with a wider frame then my last dame,
who was the same as my last last dame,
different brains, same lying smile,
thank whoever is up above i haven't see her in a while,
lie on trial, i'm sure you would,
if you're no longer sure anymore, that's good,
i'm lost and confused, walking round like the undead,
holding my arms out, malnourished, only thoughts in my head,
of you in my bed, laying in the little spoon position,
that smile you gave when i stared is what i'm missin.