Posture Pedic, I lay you down, love loss bitter cross

your first love was a superficial guy
who spread cum on yr fingers
and honey in yr eye
my first love was a tiny little girl
who had glass on her wrists
and butter on her heals
and who says....
we can't be more than friendly
and who makes
all the funny feelings
and who gives
such a motherfucking
and who makes
all the hello believing.....

my first love was a skinny steel mallet
who cut his cards on a prissy pallette
yr first love was a blonde Xavier
who put all of his feelings on pretty green paper
and who plays with her silly dollies
she can't be real with every passing holly
and he flakes with in a simile dogged
with every dime, he bets on everything solid
we dim
and we yawn
and crawl
in the dawn
we swim
and we yield
to the wall
that every always
will build