i always have these little fuzzies in my hair,
and sometimes you pick them out,
and sometimes i have to pick them out in the mirror,
and i guess they're either from my towel or my blanket,
both shed the little fuzzies,
and they are purple and red creatures on my scalp,
and one time you fell asleep in your jeans and in the morning they were all over you,
the fuzzies, crawling on you, they love you,
the fuzzies love you so much.
i'm a little jealous.
and they don't get in your hair, and i don't have to pick them out,
but you still look in my mirrors,
maybe just to check if they're still not there.
i see a little one on your back.
i cannot pick it off.
i love the fuzzies so much.
the fuzzies love you more than me.
you love you more than me.
you love the fuzzies.
you and me and the fuzzies all in incongruent love forever.