The next time I’ll be seeing you
You’ll be wearing a yellow raincoat
And crimson shoes.
I’ll be there long before you and looking forward.
Your hair’ll be damp and attractive.
You’ll be needing a pen to write.
Even though I’m the one who writes.
And I’ll buy you some plaster,
To cover up your mess in the wall
Behind the brass doorknob, with the paint splatter on the side.
I don’t want to see you
Because it makes my brain buzz
And the whole time I’m with you it’s unsettling
Ultra violet to Infrared.
Gulping down teaspoons of sugar.
Crystalizing in my sour mouth.
And I’m still not liking your crimson shoes.
So I think what I want,
Is a cactus in my window
A calico cat and an over easy egg
On the side.
Before you happen by again
With those damn crimson shoes.
And you stare past me, wish me the inevitable goodbye
Before blowing your predictable kiss
And enforcing my star struck melancholy.
And I knew it would be this way.
When you walked away
Without a thought of me.
Your feet pleased with themselves
In your stupid crimson shoes.
And my false ideas
Of tantalizing perfection.