Four Hours

There was one guy with hair that stuck so thick, if I knew his name
I might have asked to pull a comb through it, just to feel the raking.
He had thick glasses, too, (thick glasses and a skinny frame) I thought:
maybe he has perfect vision but prefers to see things blurred.

When I fell asleep last night, some old words blurred into my dreams.
I found paper in the morning to write them down, and stuck it in your shoe.
Maybe you'll put it on without noticing,
and your heavy heel will grind my words like pepper.