Hairy

And I'd liked to see what you see
That weird version of you, of me
Trying to actually get inside our thoughts
Figuring out who's killing all the moths

Distant questions trying to explain
Unique mentions inside our brain
Will I dance with you in the rain?
Or are we dry, once again?

The why, may we ask?
We'll fly, drinking flasks
Of poison or of nectar
With choices or on jesters

Joking, tragically speaking
Mensurating our ideal picking
Menstruating all thoughts of pleasure
Abominating every hash of measure