I’ve just moved to the big city
Neighbors so polite
They invite me to their house
They have alcohol, I get wasted
Fall asleep in the bathtub
It’s the strangest
When I wake up back in my bed
There’s a girl laying next to me
Her hair is bright red
I look to the other way
A pineapple on the island
“Tropical fruit, oh tropical fruit
How dost thou sit upon mine counter
Withn’t a quandary of thought”
I...