It would be better if you could see the format but I'm not smart enough to figure out how to do it.
I can still feel you there
I laughed and called you seductive
I can almost see the smoke drifting from your mouth
where I'd been
the way the cigarette balanced
on the ring through your lip…
somehow so sexy
you smiled so naturally
a casual response to pleasing stimuli
perpetually stimulated
gazing sickeningly into my eyes
as if reading a nursery rhyme
the wind whipped hair in our eyes
we laughed so hard it hurt
as we sat pretending we are living Singles
and the 90s are still happening
and plaid shirts are still cool
and we mourn the death of our God Cobain
and looking like a slob will get you laid
and blue eyeliner makes you look hot
and the Spoon Man knows us by name and moshing is the new craze
and piercings are only for the alternative crowd
and being angsty is the new cheerful
and homos aren’t glorified on TV and we hate the term grunge
and Pearl Jam is the best fucking band ever
so hard it hurt
oh the feeling of my head on your chest when you breathed
I can taste the sweet strawberry lip-gloss
when you blew smoke in my face
remember how we started a dance party in the store
and how no one thought we were cool
we closed our eyes and watched the way
the back of our lids look like waves
and we stared into the sun
then tried to catch the dizzy sparkles
before we collapsed
we circled Greenlake
and laughed at the guy skating backwards
I dared you to trip him
as we predicted what he’d be singing when he lapped us
next time
I remember how proud I was to be taller than you
and how you smelled when I kissed you goodbye
before I drove away from your apartment
and how you’d cry blue wax tears
I laughed and called you seductive
I can almost see the smoke drifting from your mouth
where I'd been
the way the cigarette balanced
on the ring through your lip…
somehow so sexy
you smiled so naturally
a casual response to pleasing stimuli
perpetually stimulated
gazing sickeningly into my eyes
as if reading a nursery rhyme
the wind whipped hair in our eyes
we laughed so hard it hurt
as we sat pretending we are living Singles
and the 90s are still happening
and plaid shirts are still cool
and we mourn the death of our God Cobain
and looking like a slob will get you laid
and blue eyeliner makes you look hot
and the Spoon Man knows us by name and moshing is the new craze
and piercings are only for the alternative crowd
and being angsty is the new cheerful
and homos aren’t glorified on TV and we hate the term grunge
and Pearl Jam is the best fucking band ever
so hard it hurt
oh the feeling of my head on your chest when you breathed
I can taste the sweet strawberry lip-gloss
when you blew smoke in my face
remember how we started a dance party in the store
and how no one thought we were cool
we closed our eyes and watched the way
the back of our lids look like waves
and we stared into the sun
then tried to catch the dizzy sparkles
before we collapsed
we circled Greenlake
and laughed at the guy skating backwards
I dared you to trip him
as we predicted what he’d be singing when he lapped us
next time
I remember how proud I was to be taller than you
and how you smelled when I kissed you goodbye
before I drove away from your apartment
and how you’d cry blue wax tears