I Get Too Much Sleep

I get too much sleep

and by too much, I mean not enough

and by sleep, I mean you



and you ask which way I swing

but I mostly just ride my bike down private streets

to get a sense of what private life is like

you draw and I write down everything



and I liked you better

when you were addicted

to staying up all night and not making children

and I hold your hair

as you throw up your hands

because all of my friends are just waiting to be parents

and to settle the well planned roads in this town

call me crazy, but i would rather settle up

than settle down



and you only have to drive slower than

the fastest car on the road

not to caught up by the policeman

because guilt and innocence is just a matter of occupation