Sticky Tracks

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I wish this was my sirens’ song.

You’d hear it once, then all day long.

A cheeky chant with groovy vibes;

A wiley hymn to bait a tribe.

A ballad cry you’d turn up high

To soothe and toast the hard goodbyes.

I wish it’d flirt with honey rhymes

And chewy nouns that stick and chime;

Like coffee dusted peachy cheeks

and melted fingers butter sheets.

A bewitching lullaby that moaned

And smushed in yes in crowds of no.

I wish this was your favorite track;

You’d sing it once, and then come back.