I'd Rather Sink Into the Chair

Once upon a time, I had flowers everyday.
Now, mine just wither.

I want to be chased after, even when I say don't.

I want excitement, and good ole' sloppy sex. 

I want to steal lemons at night covered in masks. 

I want morning sex, but not at 6:05AM when you woke up for work.

And I want my only job to be cleaning the god-damned water.

If you wanted to talk: you shouldn't have sunk into your chair. 

But truthfully at the end of the day, that is all I wanted to do.

Instead, I boiled, and let us be real.
Boiling is never good, unless you are thickening a soup.

Cleaning the water was my only job, but now I have to pick them too.