Ellijah

Elijah has brains and long legs and wears jeans at his hip

and nary a girl in the world has been missed by his grip

He’s long curly hair, that when wet, goes as far as his chin

and his knowledge of poets and punks is debatably thin

The thing i like most about him is what I see on the surface

Like two distant shores, we are bound by a love that’s an isthmus

Oh Elijah!

Elijah, he lay in psychosis one bright sunny day

and even in sleep I cannot make myself walk away

So pretty was he, I said something I couldn’t retract

and so for three years, he spent most of his time in the sack

Although it’s November, I know we won’t make it to christmas

Like two distant shores, we are bound by a love that’s an isthmus

Oh Elijah!

Elijah once told me in private that he’d like a break

although he revealed through his actions that he was a fake

And so, then in public I told him that he’s too dependent

and now to this day I maintain that I am unrepentant

All he can see through the tunnel is none of his business

Like two distant shores, we are bound by a love that’s an isthmus

Oh Elijah!