BWISE

Brownish Green

I'm sitting on your bed,
waiting for you to ask me in,
Ive got your eyes in my pocket,
and your fingers in my hand
I'm a little not sure of,
how to sing that tune
I'm a tad bit possessed,
and I need to be released
I thought they found cures for,
loves reincarnated tracks
but I'm crossing that lake now,
that Ive seen in the past