texan

i like you best
stripped down
clean
where the brushes don't touch you
where the crazies turn their backs
when you wake up
with sleep in your eyes
with your hair disheveled
when the truth pours from the lips
you come from the bible belt
with horses and a ranch
you're somewhere now
with gloss and fags
come back from the other side
to my side
where it's molasses and sweet
where i can see the old you
i'd like to see the old you