Stranger from Pigeon by Samson Wrote

You said soften up your eyes and let me
See what lies behind them
You said don’t mind me
Don’t mind—meanwhile

I look to find what lurks between
Your brain and your skirt
As I flirt with possibilities
Of intruding on your misery

Well, I don’t do well with mystery
But stranger, things will happen yet

You said
You can use those fingers
Any way you can imagine
Don’t tread the sides with me
You can cross lines with—meanwhile

My crossword hands don’t understand
The letters they align
You said come find me

Well, I’m ready for anything
Steady me close my eyes
…Do you have the time?

Oh, she said her room is a very dark place
Where we could both eventually escape
But I don’t believe it
I don’t think we need it
But I already wasted my two cents

On flowers
Mustard yellow, cheap as dust
The small acts
You devour
Sour silent kisses at your open door

Please scream it
They don’t know about it
Upsleeve it
They won’t know about it
Don’t leave it
Don’t leave me alone

Let’s pick some ordinary time
To speak about it
Let’s choose some ordinary time
To laugh about it
Let’s set some ordinary time
To talk about it
Let’s find some ordinary time

It looked so easy,
Until her hands were on me.

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