For all those tasteful night hawks of spiked oranges and teabags

For all those tasteful night hawks of spiked oranges and teabags

Take thumbtacks and paint them black

A cup of Campbell's is all I need

In the darkest of an apple's shadow

So sleek and scrumptious and nauseous

It bleeds, as pulp bleeds

And happiness spills moistly from it's celestial shimmer

And I love all those pretty lips

Without hesitation, and under the influence

Of a Mickey I'll do anything, and sometimes regret the sipping of saliva

Making fingerprints in a manikin's manicure

Waiting for the third chord to sing communication

Because I can't sleep

Despite the box of calm calm tea leaves

Crushed beside me, and the mess and the blankets

With a Listerine strip so close to my tongue

The night is too refreshing to waste.