Hydrobromide

I lick the froth from the day
You said your name was Night
You were the sharpest mind
I ever wanted in my room
I know you said you'd only heal me
While my room was blue

Sunlight folding
Howling in a chant at you
Neck spins backwards
Pulled by spell of truth

Long-lived deciduous tooth in your mouth
Don’t you touch it
When you touch it
Bite my hand
Deciduous tooth in your mouth
You better pull it out
You better pull it out

When it arrived
My yellow bike was damned for time
It shows up at your door
When you never even thought it was mine
It was yellow, like I said
And it has two seats
And it has a horn
And your hands are very small