MICHAEL BROCK

wood grain
dark stain
motif for rooted belief
in old records
you got strong hands
you're a good man
you're a polaroid dream

i do not want to bring you
with me on my way down
that's one thought i can't take
don't let me push you around
i'm hot and im cold, i realize
but my words are never fake
i know just what you're thinking
how long is this gonna take

you're sexy like the seventies
in your cream and white
your chunky brown
a good time
from a small town
you tell me of your trials
but i just watch your mouth
you got a van
you're making plans for us
is this good for us?

hey, if sex is the answer
but hey, love's what you've heard
then baby, can you handle this
i don't think you can handle this

hey scorpio let down your hair
my bones are bare
but i just can't see this through
until you're newly repossessed
with visions of our freedom