[ Featuring Ed Tullett, Lowswimmer ]
I couldn't wait for no man,
Divided your face in freehand, because
There's context in our love.
Riding away on horseback,
Carving a name, the romance had gone.
Rolled on your instep,
Firing in ways that I won't.
Hiding your waist and
Probably placed that I don't.
Oh, there's contact.
