Fantasy

I woke up with crusted over eyelids and tobacco teeth
Showered and repowered the physical, clean everything
Keeping plenty brains scanned, seems my neighbor upstairs
Part Cherokee is doing his rain dance, because the sky got cloudy
Looked over at my queen-sized and a tramp I met last night
I still willow-eyed with an ashtray parked right next to the bedside
Since she's under covers and I have a similar occupations I let it slide
I supposed there was not shame in forgettable sex, so I chose to hide
Scribed on a post-it note, "The exit is down the hallway to the right."
Picked up my wallet laying next to my dirty denim and pride
Had no emotion inside, so I figured I'd walk
Rolled an el with a close friend the prior sunset, so I figured I'd spark
Think about life and everything it has taught
Or tried to teach; and about all of the silly women that couldn't handle their reach
Saying that I wasn't one to keep, maybe he didn't matter
Then start hounding me, knowing I run them out faster
I mastered the games we played in high school
Played by all the right rules, and still came out with a loss
So as the rain poured, my hood pulled over my head to shelter my corpse
It's cool, the vegetation in my mouth didn't need to be relit
A woman once said to me, "She doesn't date rappers, that would make her a bitch."
So I said in retort, "I guess that's never why we'd work, so why try to quit?"
She said, "Noah, I'm looking for replacements for my exes adjacent."
I said, "Maybe you should try something you haven't seen yourself with."
So she sighed, told me to write... maybe one day we could be
With me waking up to that dream with nobody by my bedside