Stop crushing on me.
My whole brain is bad images.
I know you’ve got a man
I’m just seeing how you’re feeling.
I’ve got a soft spot for your soft spots.
I’ve got as many birds as bugs.
I am not going to busy you
with what is not bodily.
I send downers down my frown hole.
I exercise my right to chill.
Clear the throatof its unclear intentions.
This one trick pony tricks another
into reading something.
My behavior is schedule conflict.
I could grow old at any moment.