My sleeping man never lies
In bed with his clothes on
I ask him questions while he sleeps,
Do you want anything at the store?
Do you care to wake up to a blowjob?
Who was that girl on the phone?
he always answers: In love
Love?
I cannot buy this at a store
Or pick it from a tree
I can’t throw some spare love at a bum
So that he can get a cheeseburger
or a beer at the 7-11 across the street
So he can live one more worthless day
Where one more worthless person like me
Throws a little bit of love at em.
Love is worthless, man
And one only has to be in love once
To realize this–
My man continues mumbling to some ancient rhythm
I lose patience
And smoke my last cigarette.