Unsmiling

The geography That maps out your face Is it by design Are we getting further The grace of your stare The prick of your teeth Oh I know you're still here Temperamental Your Judas pleasures I want What I want Knowing I could be the one to Give you everything Is the issue Knowing I could give you shelter Just makes you feel beneath Someone's the fool I- She says that she Misses therapy, Grandmas Christmas cards, And my desire The grace of her stare The prick of her teeth Oh it broke me Broke me I'll lick your wounds In your chaise lounge chair Pretend our egos dead With our resilient detachment Then we'll become Well-groomed and kiss the gun It reminds me of, It reminds me of Ooo, is it Is it my Is it Is it my desire