baby I don't want you to slide down me
like rain down a rusty fence post.
(babybaby don't you know why they call it
"falling"?) believe me, it's a little like cracking,
and shit doesn't go quite right. it gets
loose, and it's hard to make out sometimes.

I don't want those, big blue/green eyes
to look on me with anything but
"god damn" slipping past your lips.