The strands of yellow jute play stand-in for the hot and bright streams of my enuresis - the floral print dress has the blues to help ease any sour attitudes brought about by that last admission
And you can call it cptsd if it helps explain why you won't sleep (with me)
And you can call it a pity of a prospect (by way of your minor adjustments) - even as here comes another mighty golden rush
Or you could simply cut your teeth on the leather of my crutch