[ icecream yeah ]

icecream yeah
as if i had it in my grasp
i'd be honest and be without
still about what she meant
when she took her face off her grave
(well, what a sunny grave)
wet my fingers with your rays
melt and bowed down
disembowelled to the last drop
lastly vanilla drowned
i'd be a mound
of your wet dreams
and you the mill
to my teenage limbs