Selfbrush

her ego makes her blind
the two suns rise up
inside herself
everyonce every couple of days
she’s askin’me for bullshit
but things I’m not sure with
she always is a little, a little bit different
to me

she keeps an eye over the world
of mine
into the pocket she let myself
relieve
every second night
she’s askin’me for details
so pure and innocent
she stretches out her legs
to let me know
how much she’s different
how much she’s open

she’s askin’me for bullshit
but things I’m not sure with
she always is
a little, a little bit different
to me