Chunky Chocolate on the radio
Door’s open, come in.
Stolen couch, well, not stolen, re-appropriated
sit.
Week’s done, what’s going on?
Oh man, Funk oozes
Hungry.
Grab a tray, grab a bowl, pile it on.
Where’s that at, what time?
Her smile laughs, he sits down
Next to him and her and him
share.
Let’s roll; see you there.
We breathe in the night and exhale youthful adventures
Window’s down, volume’s up.
I think I saw you there
You laughed at me.
Take some
Leave some
together.