the bugs are a screechin’
leavin’ parties first and gettin’ there last
takin’ care of the woman through the looking glass
she’s in all black and she loves to hear the clock tick past
21:00.
the bugs are a screechin’
I’m gigglin’ loud with the girls down Lamar
we don’t have anywhere to be
we drive until we see beyond who they were wantin’ us to be
checkin' off lists as i smile through the sweetness of life
no red wine tonight
not trying to be anything to please another as i take flight
only concerned with what i’ll say to the sun when we reunite
the bugs are a screechin’
fillin’ my own cup o’ honey ‘fore the baby gets fussy
stomping down, let me walk in first
i’ll get to wear my airport jeans to work
flowers cuffed on my wrist
listenin’ to their whisper as i bloom with ‘em too
and when my petals fall off
i dry ‘em with the moon
and say,
i loved the way you looked last June.
the bugs are a screechin’
so take time to listen
it’s a pretty old tune
rooted in solitude
not alone ‘fore i’ve got the moon
the girls
my folk
and my momma too.
cultivatin’ a life for Lulu
the bugs are a screechin’
and i am too.
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