i am my own girlfriend
i really want the girlfriendi don’t havemy life is my girlfriendmy guitar is my girlfriendi am my girlfriendmy own girlfriendkissing myself in the raini've waited for you for twenty yearswhy didn’t you write me??i did, i do i wrote you poemsi wrote you waking up to look at the tree outside your windowyou climb it with your eyesfeel long legs as they stretchyour back bends to show small, soft breastsearly and ripeready to eatbelly button ring glows as the sun risesas the wind picks up behind the treesi wrote you coming hometo your empty roomwaiting for meto enter itrub its eyes awakelight the candlesone and two i wrote youwhile my favorite song playedover and over and over I said your nameyour imaginary namei called youjo joey josephinewon’t you come home?im writing you thispoemthis song