Chest Pain from Candidacy by DASHpf

My cardiologist said
“Have a seat and stay a while.
Quite runnin’ out on all my up-to-date facilities, my expertise, my flattery, my contact with reality and you.”
The reality of you.
What am I sposed to do?

(When boundaries break down
My boundaries break down
Your boundaries break down
Our boundaries break down, yeah.

It’s okay.
Don’t kiss me.
Go home, be with your family.
They’d like that.
I’d think so
Don’t ask me why, I don’t know.
Oh what a night to go home.
Let’s say goodnight but don’t go.)
x2
Let’s call this spade a heart
Some call it modern art
Others call it alcoholic
Hey.

(It’s gonna be okay.
We’re gonna be okay.)
x3
It's gonna be.

• Folk
• alt-folk
• singer-songwriter
• Ferndale