Living for you is easy living
It's easy to live when you're in love
I never regret the years that I'm giving
They're easy to give when you're in love
Preparing the awakening
Is the lemon slice that my mother cut out
From my grandmother's cutout,
the label on the yeast to feed,
that I would've once let deflate.
I got up for that cake
you hid high in the fridge when I wasn't looking,
not to tuck you in,
the man who couldn't hold me
after the orgasm;
note that I got up for the cake,
exactly, to eat,
to leave you nothing,
For under my own roof
You drove away my bulimia.
I am hungry.
But he sleeps satisfied
with taking cream off the strawberries
-and in fact, healthier does not imply tastier,
it is just vitamin and deprivation
without a cool decision making.
Men and ladders, Billie, make me dizzy,
and only to men I do impute heartache.
