That's what I like about the cat who lives outside our house.
From a plastic pulpit he hears me sing I love you
still I can't let you in.
But I will tell you everything
about the way the way the world will end.
Rub your face against my leg
I swear I'm going to get you
Kids over and under whelmed are dancing two by two.
But we step over, do you feel uncomfortable?
And I am waiting patiently
for confidence, forced conversation.
Fall asleep with the same old lie
like they're never going to get me.