I Want A Bike

I want a bike
I want a classic guitar
With a strap
Made from tuscan leather
And a bag
Filled with melted chocolate
From the hike
We took to take our minds off

I want a bike
I want a classic guitar
With a strap
Made from tuscan leather
And a bag
Filled with melted chocolate
From the hike
We took to take our minds off
I want a bike

But now that time has gone too fast
I realized I don't even use it

I thought you liked it
I seriously thought you wanted more of this
I thought you needed somebody
I thought you needed someone to talk at
I thought you needed someone to vomit on
I thought you needed someone to hold you
While you seized

And now the night has opened my eyes
And I can't close them

I rode it once or twice
Those first few days at home
I pumped air in the tires
And pedaled til my lungs hurt
I wheezed up prospect hill
I cried and I got sunburnt
Exhuming Fred Chopin