Cater
Ben Barnett / Kind of Like Spitting
i've catered to the likes of you. believed you knew
something i didn't. the whole
is huge, but barely wide
enough to blacken everything
and sustain a lie. we turn
the couch around and dance
again, destroy a living room
with all my friends. a secret
key, a confidence. one heaven
sent. a halo not yet bent.
you can compete. it makes
life sweet. we haven't seen
anything. you so complete. so
much cooler than me, you will
be the catch of a lifetime.
you in your sleep, still
could land on your feet. you
will be the catch of a lifetime.