I pray for every tic of yearning on the timeline
Are two tics for my honesty
I ask god to pass along my report card to you
I see a week in September you’ll open ur mailbox
Open the letter
My mind wills it so hard it must be true
All the pills I take every day with your face on them
Must bring me to a cure
I step outside and inhale the Cure
I huff the cure
I crush it up snort the cure
Plink the cure into my coffee
Read it while eating my lunch
Tie it around my hips on a walk
Stick it in my bag for good luck
Lay it down to pray on in my room
