Shaving Cream

My mind is stuck
On childhood birthday parties
Slip and slides
A mess of community

But in the shed with you
I feel sick and perverse
You will thrive in this curse
I will leave you to rot

And so she recognized the others
And the world was blown apart
Wandering through aging warehouses
Peddling works of art
Your strength feels like currency
Sweat stains on your clothes
Your every gesture sinks through me
And history erodes

Eyes dilate and shift to me
Mezmorized in comfy sheets
I have never felt this need
Know me through passivity

My best friend
She shaved my back
We got too high
Then we got snacks

(Forgot that I was leaving
Where was it hiding?
It's like a headache
This lost potential)

My best friend
She shaved my face
Memories of sheds
We turned to flames

My best friend
She made me soft
Went for a hike
Got ourselves lost

Out with my girls
They see me through
Remember when
They trusted you



Credits
Writer(s): Too Many Birthdays
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