six months so soon
got your gun, played in fun
always your pun
still hooked, aligned
still under
sit back and ponder
dreaming of things that can’t be
how you need me
in the gray, those calves
how i went mad
and still am
begged for this in nyc
never thought it’d come to be
that i’d lose me
six months under
still can’t figure out this puzzle
as you play with your pistol
and i hold my crystal