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