Future Reference

What a night for this
On the bedside in between
The glowing TV spit
And a cloth rubbed handled teen

Sinus acid breath
Hiding stalling size
Whisper is all she says
But the hair is behind her eyes

The ancient blood in your veins
It warms me more than grain
And the water that flows down the cliffs
Where your ancestors lived
It's hot and it burns
It flows around every turn
It makes me wanna send letters to foreign lands

Although there's plenty worse than that
It still feels a little bad
To need a cure that
Hasn't been invented yet

Why complain what's the deal?
My teachers taught me better
Than to see and forget what I steal
But keep the words with me forever