It’s like
Between the lines where all the rabbits happenin’
It’s like
How I divine alive what you’re already intuitin’
Forget-me-not
“The have-nots aspired mainly to havin’”
That’s a line
From “Slouching Towards Bethlehem” by Joan Didion

Stone face? Death stare?
Hot-tempered? I don’t care
I’ll have any one of your tempers
Any mornin’ of the week
(I just)
I just (I just)
I just like the way you read me
Okay?
I just (I just)
I just like the way you read me, okay?

I clean
My rhythms and grooves when I’m around you, babe
I mean I
Keep it orderly when I know you’re here readin’ me, hey
Forget-me-not
“Comprehend this subtlety of defect—this refinement of life”
That’s a line
From “The Imitation of the Rose” by Clarice Lispector
Stone face? Death stare?
Hot-tempered? I don’t care
I’ll have any one of your tempers
Any mornin’ of the week
(I just)
I just (I just)
I just like the way you read me
Okay?
I just (I just)
I just like the way you read me, okay?

Sometimes at night
As I listen to the rain fall over the city
I think of you
Parasocially
I need your voice to fall asleep to
Sometimes you’re right
I shouldn’t be on the internet callin’ myself Jesus
I just think of you
Merrymotionally

Ooh—stone face? Death stare?
Hot-tempered? I don’t care
More lace? Wear leather?
Whatever life you spare
I’ll have any one of your memories
Any day of the week
(I just)
I just (I just)
I just like the way you read me
Okay?
I just (I just)
I just like the way you read me, okay?
Dance break