It withers; shrivels like a burnt sunflower
It rolls its head in the long shadows hiding
But that’s not, enough, I need more gunpowder!
I need more in my life. No good, subsiding-
I need fireworks daily, need passionate lips
Pressed to mine, I need a furnace, hot burning
A life companion – I don’t give internships…
If you think you’re the man, it’ll need, confirming:
Because I’m still searching, and Lord, knows I’m no
Spring chicken, my minds all confused now young man
You’ve got my heart feeling like well-kneaded dough
I’m putty in your hands don’t you know, door jam-
Your future, don’t turn your back on me, I’m yours
Come; pretty sunflower lolling, in the shade
I’ll show you the sun, so make your overtures
I need fireworks are you young don’t be afraid.