build it and she will come.

My therapist doesn't understand

Sex isn't on Maslow's Hierarchy.

I want to Great Gatsby you

minus the selfish death ending.

Distant, I will build myself up

to the type of person you deserve.

I will studiously learn you till

your soul is like my daily routine.

Then when you're done with your stuff

and I'm all done with all  my stuff

I will swim toward the green light

shower you in beautiful clothes

Till then, I'm beefing with my therapist

she doesn't understand our timing.

She thinks I'll die if I don't touch you

but I will die if I don't touch you just right.