What We Do With Our Spare Time

(Let's try this again)

I pick up free clothes in dumbo
A friend of a friend
A means to an end

I try to guess the Devil's email
I come up short
Of course, of course

I want to fuck the space between us
Will you let me call
Tomorrow for a little while?

I do not know, I float, I float
Twisting my arm
Through the computer's jaw

I heard they shot the sun from the sky
I didn't hear why
But I don't think I mind