Better Medicine

5.11.16


Better Medicine
‎

Now I'm not gonna go ahead and say that your love is my 'medicine'
‎
But it seems that after a few rounds of the pink and the brown‎,

I just feel like I'm left as a slightly, y'know...‎
"better" man

‎
(oh, for sure‎)
and I'll e‎ven be a little more misty-eyed, if you're patient enough
and weighty enough
‎
to put
that pressure
‎
- on my pulpit‎
- yeah, I'm sure of it; you're *way* too tough‎

 ‎
And‎ me?‎
‎
I'm the guy‎
that wants to be that geyser
when you shower me with that 'nicey'
‎
Fumble, touchdowns‎
Grass and running
Strong in innings and I'm coming;
impact airbags, *crash!* - I'm dummy

With your lips
‎
to whisper:‎
‎
'honey'...‎

‎
and I am‎

all

fucking
‎
yours, baby‎
Because....‎
‎
‎
I'm not saying that your love is a 'cure-all'‎

but when you spread that healing salve,
‎
I move the "A" and turn to slave
Still building pressure, and popping valves
Code-switch the "L", then Vlad for days‎
‎

Impale and suck and siphon 'medi',‎
'eval' knows this 'cin' - we're ready
‎
Be conscious Pontius (and I'll pilot)‎
‎
‎but....
‎
‎
If I fly too high

(or go to deep)
‎
then
grip your bible;‎ I'm a wild boy
waxing tribal, hard like Tolstoy‎

and‎
if you're listening...


Now‎
I'm not saying that your love is like my medicine
‎
but after a few rounds with your pink and your brown
‎
I'll surely become a slightly....
better man‎
‎‎