One would only be so lucky, to have a someone like you
Like an apple in autumn, ripe, red and crisp
Ready to be picked by any keen eye with any hint

That we all land on fences and hop off the wrong side
At least once in our curtly time in this life
So we must hold our own and realize our lies

Dig the labyrinth that is your fat-ego self
Then know every passage like you know the taste
Of a marlboro cigarette on a cold breezy day

Like you know the smell of Vigrinia smoke
Entwined with the sweet aroma of clean linen
And the two naked bodies that laid beneath them