Kendra Jean, I try to call ya.
let's let this poem settle.
I know you read this shit.
meet me in my kitchen.
Gimme a call,
give me anything,
I am your weekend,
I am your maze.
More than Manhattan,
more than Montreal,
I think you are the one,
and when you read this you win.
Where do you bury
your dreams?
Tell me something I am supposed to do.
You always do you.