draft

with chips on my sandwich, and fries on my burger
slugging from couch to chair, leaving trails of empty beer
the slack catches up well versed, with fidgeting fingers pacing back and forth

captive, in my own nest, the walls smell stale and they're trying to smother me

finally you come take me out of here, take me to that place
we stain some red wine on your blanket
your fruity gum is tasteless from my cigarette
blue skies, red slides, wine, and swing sets
this is better than a kiss

show me the world through your eyes,
all this transparency turns to paradise
i halfway believe everything will be fine