There's gonna come a day when you'll feel better
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
You emerge from your shower to what must surely be someone else's house, because there's the smell of eggs and sausage and coffee wafting from a stovd behind which stands a gorgeous woman and it's all far too idyllic and beautiful to be your shitty life.
Pulling the towel more snugly over your hips (you didn't bother with anything else - she's seen it all, and you're not modest) you step into this weird perfect dream and grab a mug of fresh made coffee, raising it to your lips with a happy sigh. "Yer a goddess," you murmur, waking over to stand behind her and breathe in the heavenly smell like an eager child. An eager child who pulls her hair back and begins to kiss her neck, free arm slipping around her waist, coffee extended for her to have a sip. Eager adult. "Need help?"
Yup. Help. That's what you're doing now. Not being a distracting pain in the ass.
Pulling the towel more snugly over your hips (you didn't bother with anything else - she's seen it all, and you're not modest) you step into this weird perfect dream and grab a mug of fresh made coffee, raising it to your lips with a happy sigh. "Yer a goddess," you murmur, waking over to stand behind her and breathe in the heavenly smell like an eager child. An eager child who pulls her hair back and begins to kiss her neck, free arm slipping around her waist, coffee extended for her to have a sip. Eager adult. "Need help?"
Yup. Help. That's what you're doing now. Not being a distracting pain in the ass.
And float from branch to branch, lighter than the air
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
zephyr
