Pipe Dreams.

Oh so you wanna huff and puff with ya chest out.

Asking fifty million questions like we go out.

Keep that same energy you had when you slid up in it,

Hit it.

Bounced and went three months missing.

I don’t owe you an explanation on why I’m giving you the cold shoulder.

Nor do I expect for you to tell me why I found a blonde strand in my jet black hair after you told me to move over.

Young and naive must be labeled somewhere on my forehead.

I wanted something real.

You just wanted to do construction and lay wood.

Meanwhile here I am laying on my back thinking how the hell is this going to work out.