Sanoja: Verve Pipe. Barely (if At All).

When my love complained, every word
A breath on my last dandelion
And so lovers will leave and their tears
Souvenirs for the very first time

I searched the world reluctant
To find a lover enthusiastic
Speak to me barely if at all, if at all

When I was a boy, funny things
Water wings kept you confident
A belly of wine, similar
To keep yourself indifferent

I scraped the bargain basement
Bought a lover less than fantastic

Spoke to me barely if at all

You taste perfume that burns my throat
And I am free of envelope
Squeeze an instant out of me

She placed a hand between our lips
How could anything be so precious
She even kissed me barely if at all

She, with her hand between our lips
Gave me what we now have in common
She left me barely if at all, if at all