I slept in your bed for hundreds of days

Touched your face, watched your waist

Grow small.

So what’s the difference if I drive like Annie Hall?

Your mouth was open more than it was closed

Liquored lips, filthy nose

Grew tall

So what’s the difference if I drive like Annie Hall?

I fucked you on the couch in your living room

Fingers crushed piano keys

Made me sing.

Sweetly be.