muffin

chop chop muffin top c’mon
(i’ll be dragging my heart
if i ever move on)

take a hit by the door
on my way out of town
there’s no wrong way anymore
long as it’s not round

my sun’s just a peephole
done with other people but
you see

my heart twitches like the needle 
on the decibel meter,
but nothing is said.
my plans are just wishes
stuck in my head.

heavenly body
push me over
and over again

push me over
i can’t stand much longer

chop chop muffin top c’mon
get a move on.