humor (hah)

You’re biting the ice spiced summer with the summer-time top-down
Filling fool’s gold, truth undiscovered in the underfed crop, now
Gripping the sticks of the crypt that lifted your lips with a string
Slipping to drinks, it’s sick thinking, but you could still sing
You don’t know me, and this is all an act
Searching for you in the refunds of my taxed back
Checking the mail, set getting sales, saving to inhale your own gravestone
Write on mine the times I was alive
Collecting unsent texts from my paid phone
I do love you, and I shouldn’t have to prove that
But, should never could’ve understood the loving movement in your tact
Your sense of humor keeps me happy
Your sense of humor keeps me sane
Your sense of humor keeps me healthy
Your sense of humor is in my name
It’s in my name
So get on up, and come along
Put in works and write your song
Build a house and make it strong
Just get on up and come along
And come along