Never Happen

capsized right here, inside my head falling deeper within, again I think you heard me right what were you thinking did you feel anything, this time or was that me, strolling along as I normally do side-kicks for fun and for whatever feels real yet, real-like doesn't do me, doesn’t cut like before not like Klondike bars can ice cold inside sweet and soft to the touch melting on fingertips rushing, gushing so much … I wanted the dream of omelets at midnight champagne for two when there's nothing else kissing of lips in a wild, frenzied mess but loving it, fan the flame racing towards the lapping water's edge as the moon's glow trades places in that tight cinnamon squeeze there's no easy way to say this so I might as well, just fill in the blanks good pranks are not my style and yet you drive me to bits left me for, who knows and who really cares life is too short for this kind of nonsense ..