stay

[Zombie]

hello, somebody, hey, I once held a shotgun
I don’t even know you. but we can if you want hun
you don’t even gotta think. heck, we could probably kiss
the kiss wouldn’t mean nothing, but it means I’ve got your attention
even for a minute, i’m knuckle deep grabbing your denim
to the point it feels so practiced. its venom
most don’t appreciate being alone
and its like now i’m attached to anybody who listens
this is over the counter psychiatry, prescription written on journal paper
cigar puffs blanket views to the summer lake, sinatra on the record player
dusk finger fucks the horizon, hair drapes your gentle face
move it to the side, gentle breeze whispers i love you with no trace
of my scent, the callous that breaks every silhouette i drew
i’m just trying to make you remember this, forever. i’m trying to plant my root
stay