coming home to new colors.

[irregular_luvr]

well, yeah, it's a new year.
i'm listening to old tunes
that cake my mouth with dust.
some still ring true
most clatter to the ground rudely
like two lovers
whose love went missing
as soon as the sun rose.

i guess it really is a new year.
we're whispering in the dark,
allowing a step backwards
for the sake of boys and giggles.
the sun invades through the window
but we don't know it
because we're under the covers.

it is the new year.
and we're raining on our own parade
because all we really wanted
was to close our eyes
and tilt our faces up
and open our mouths wide
so we could taste childhood
on our tongues.