Good Air - GABA Weather System

I left a kiss on her front porch
Wrapped in ChapStick, smothered good (for what?)
A lecherous writ/think piece conjured nightly
As I swayed in autumn breeze
Get your kit for Sunday
I'll be waiting in the parking lot for you
Lest you strip the underlay
Just douse it with a can or two
Woah-oh-oh
Or you can call me a cab
Woah-oh-oh
I was in love with a scab
Woah-oh-oh
Erase it all with a bath
Woah-oh-oh
He said "syrah" and you, "shiraz"
Long-hair shorthand
Best sex, less friends
Short-hair longhand
Sans tress, berk Lent
We'll hit the brakes come Idaho
Fuck locals, ankle-deep and incorrupt
Skinny dip in quicksand much like
Salted slugs sit: soon to wither up
I almost wish you left his mom a note
She won't be thrilled to identify his bones
Tell me all your favorite things about my throat
I don't think you should ever be left alone
Stubborn with stubble
Stays up (not subtle)
Satin cheek action
Lip interaction
Long-hair shorthand
Best sex, less friends
Short-hair longhand
Sans tress, berk Lent

Written by:
Stephen Marsiano

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