They saw you sleeping
on hoods of cars
and could not fathom
for the life of them
why that’s where you’d be

So that’s why I’m there
with a knife in my pocket
and a huge fucking grin tucked
underneath my coat just
in case one of them wanders by;

I’ll show off the edge with
a twinkle in my eye and
I’d say not a word but
I’d guarantee that
the place where you lay
you’d continue to lie