grapefruit juices with tamborine noises float in my back with soft spoken voices. Readily waiting to speak to your wisdom changing my intentions gets me to the back of your line. First is always last and the last is always coming behind me, fret only when fretted to and know only what you tell me to do. Get your dog off my sky and dont take for granted that you live or you cry. Roseberry bushes grow in my garden watering my back side with broken glasses. Wake your eyes from their tired sleep you might not speak once you leave to throw your voice to my glove and let me catch your never ending love.