Orange cream cookies, crumbs in a plastic bag
The colt runs like me, amniotically clad
You take off your sweater & swiftly fold it in your lap
It's not one of the ones I bought you. Why is that
She grits her teeth and growls: I'll bite you
And I even thought it through
I say: sure. Giving her the go ahead to nosh on me like her favorite food
Or leave it alone like we usually do.
I go to clean the office almost forgot to disarm the alarm
Pain shoots up my leg and then I think about your arms
Then I imagine you lifting me upside down like a bully at their park
And all the lyrics fall from my pockets - and I'm left with just punctuation marks
The Ellipsis... Just hangs me out to dry
The Exclamation! Hails a riled up cry
The comma, it's a pause in our timeline
The Question? Makes me wonder why
The hyphen- It could make us collide
But the apostrophe's meaning isn't ever mine
The Period. To the finish, To July