on the verge of panic again
my instinct is to run
i hate this
but i need the gold
i need to glamor
so i stick it through
lunch i brought is making me sick
find myself in a loop of misunderstanding and confusion
oh wait, now I remember.
give me a moment
give me a moment so the synapses fire.
my brain ain't so young as yours
takes me a while to get revved up.
and i want to drift off, and stare at you in confusion

you are ruining my concentration
you ruined our conversation
you are ruining my consternation
and that makes us very anxious.

i need a glam hand ginger denver dancer
soft spoken hinder gander
left hand poke the minister of graphic practice.