I like the way. That you come. Running up to me. It sort of reminds me. Of black and white movies. And I will put. A white dress on. And by the window wait. For my Marlon Brando. To come. Crashing through the gate. Sometimes. I talk on the phone. Until my ears are numb. My friends. All say it's because. I can't face anyone. But I know. I'm just passing time. I know. I'm just passing time. I saw you. Walking downtown. To the video store. I saw you. With another girl. I'm sure. She was a whore. And so she means. Nothing to you. And thus nothing to me. Excuse me while. I get drunk. From watching. Too much bad TV. I'm sitting here. And I'm waiting. For your mouth. To open up. And start overflowing. Just like Jesus' cup. And I'm just passing time. I'm just passing tim