Terminally Chill

Just asleep, she's been waiting to creep
For a long time
Friendly eyes, so small, they rise
From the waist lineIn dreams came callipygous things
To my bedside
And shrimped so she's pullin' the plugs
To the outsideLike the days when the lovesick haze
Chemical fried
Lock your face, point to minimum waits
Friends to decideMostly nights when your perfumes hide
To my eye
On all my soup we caught
In the tide