Can I kiss you? ‘Cause I want to jump when you offer me hoops. Crash a plane right into the moon as only a gesture. I feel stillborn talking for this long. Mostly I’m mutant as flaw. Kind to a criminal, twine like a ribbon.
Was it one and done, the once and future problem? When I’m averse to feeling calm, can I kiss you?
“Can you kiss me?” you asked so distastefully. Fence-hopping earned me a bruise. Attempting break-in as daybreak was slithering in, I was a dancer, down for the sanction.
Was it half as fun placing a bet on a margin? I’m so averse to moving on. Can I kiss you? Can I kiss you, can I kiss you, can I kiss you? Crash a plane right into the moon.