On the dashboard assembled
In descending height order
Half a decade of Father's Day gifts
Her mother bought for her
Never passed on
Puffy eyes, nasty reaction
Doe eyes, you're kidding yourself

I learned remedial Spanish
From a toddler
Passenger seat of father's taxi
Cussing in unison
Clutching receipts and
Deceased handwriting
Filled with a sense of
Great disappointment
Doe eyes, you're kidding yourself

And so fucking on
And so fucking forth
We've got your back, whatever that's worth
If your hero told you to go huff a Sharpie, what would you do?
(I do not know)
Every girl I ever kissed I was thinking of a pro-footballer
Thought you should know

I've learned more from toilet walls than I've learned from these words of yours
Your feelings are buried in scriptures and fictions
It's all in the words, but I'm here for the pictures

I'm sweating off the cheat notes on my thighs
They were for your benefit not mine

And so fucking on, and so fucking forth
We've got your back, whatever that's worth
If we didn't know the shape was for functionality, what would we do?
(I do not know)
If it wasn't for the corrupt Us pharmacy, what would we do?

Sometimes only you'll know
We're cementing old friends, dismissing old foes
We're throwing punches and ducking blows