Pat MethenyBett, Stephen
Another Mr. Popularity
(& for good reason)
Profoundly sad &
sweet
alternating
joyous & sweet
(ad infinitum…)
Nice & easy
Easy is nice, too
Warm summer evenings
windows rolled down
Meth (lite) cranked up
Ride us to the town
called love
(it’s in the pink)
No tip, you know
better than that
The pleasure was always
both of ours
And don’t wait outside,
we’ll be up late
listening to it all
bleach out
white silence
Highly produced, yes
(Mr. Popularity, &
for good reason) |
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