Stomach - Trust Fund

Woke up

Weird dreams

Pale arms beside me

Heart leaking outright

You were pushy last night

Found me hiding

Sick of relying

You were trying to write

Made you take me outside

Call me a child of the eighties

But I believe crying always means something

Dinner inedible

Memories indelible

Grossed out by a video

Still my stomach rumbles on