If you're bummed out Feel free to talk with me How does lunch sound I'll ask you about your week And the comedown Always rehashing scenes When the sun's down And half of the world's asleep I'm half-asleep And I wonder What you would have done If I kissed you I had my chance I held your hand And leaned up close to you Now it just seems like I messed up I don't know what to do All I know is I'm nervous that you don't like me too I thought that home was where you are until that home is where I left I found a home inside myself since no home for me was left I slept with poems in my hands for seven days Slept alone and wept by twilight saw a throne, a silent phone in heaven's name Cause home can change and it does Coining names for new love Joining strange depictions tinted with that rose from my bud Cause blood is thick but smoke be thick as hell Eyes low, my mind been shell or shell shocked With lonely mail all cluttered on my desktop You still got best box, cutter slice and dice me sideways stumped Stutter with that t-t-tongue I scream gently how'd you undo us For goodness’s sake, you make me undone These poems underneath my nails Sweat makes the ink run Smolder-heady memory brain shoulder a pink love My poem's in the mail It was tears that made the ink run Heavy molting memory brain shedding a pink ton If you're bummed out Feel free to talk with me How does lunch sound I'll ask you about your week On the come down Always rehashing scenes When the sun's down And half of the world's asleep I'm half-asleep