sweet and sour lad ready to seduce you
sleeping again, dreaming again,
half naked lying in bed
as the wind blows out in the hottest temperature.
wake up and share your world to me
been waiting for your resurrection...,
for at least i can hear you speak
and curse the dreams that turns you off.
you're soft and sweet but the whip cream won't melt on you,
you are as frozen as a mud pie...
as sour as the taste of a cryptex vinegar
as if i cannot reach you...
as if you're very far.
