Softest Tip of Her Baby Tongue

I was wrong to keep myself at all
 To keep myself at all
 I didn't know how your kisses felt
 Until I saw you kiss someone else
 Now how will I ever try
 Child lips as I shiver sigh
 I didn't know that the sun was there
 Till I stopped going out anywhere
 Most thrilled which is still depressed
 Softest sleep which still isn't rest
 Bank parking lot ten to one
 Face, T-zone dry, work gets done
 Loose, under things, underplay
 I wished myself here, I might wish myself away
 We should be steel tipped and baby-warm
 In some gone age's deluded norm
 It's embarrassments all somehow
 Seen as flair
 Is it too late now?
 Still stayed in touch, perfect drone
 Blue caravan, right at home
 Pinned, native tongue, what we mean
 Wild nature knows how to grind like a cruel machine