On a couch full of lies
tell in the sky's
at after 5
you can recognize
what you didn't realize
about mysteries
of my soul
in your life acting like gold
no story will go untold
when it's like real gold
melted on to your spice
to enhance that
like whip cream
all on your fingers
covering that evening after five
join that rhythm
an lyric that sauces
to pour it on for miles.
© Lash