(no subject)
God never really did like me,
And maybe that’s why your elbows always found a way
To wake me up in the middle of my night.
(My night that happened twenty-four-seven.)
I never really liked the showers that cost me a quarter,
But I stole your pocket change and your sandals-
Not to mention your soap-
So everything was pretty a-ok.
You never really liked the way my face got dreamy
As you told me that we were just diamonds.
And…it was pretty rough, but we still shined.
I always loved the way you smelled like blue,
The same way that lemons tasted yellow,
And cut grass smelled like green-but wild grass
Smelled like brown and the stateline of Kansas.
It probably had to be New Orleans-
The intoxication got to me finally,
I was feeling old, so old, and I needed to relax.
You wanted to be Peter Pan, but you didn’t quite
Fill the shoes-it was a hotel, we wore no shoes.
You (almost) let me go.
You moved away, you wouldn’t hold me,
And I was hurt-but, at least I couldn’t feel it,
Alcohol, remember?
Sadly enough, I don’t think I ever apologized.
That summer was immortal.
Like glass, or that indie movie you wished could change
Everyone’s life, but it probably only touched you and you alone.
And maybe that’s why your elbows always found a way
To wake me up in the middle of my night.
(My night that happened twenty-four-seven.)
I never really liked the showers that cost me a quarter,
But I stole your pocket change and your sandals-
Not to mention your soap-
So everything was pretty a-ok.
You never really liked the way my face got dreamy
As you told me that we were just diamonds.
And…it was pretty rough, but we still shined.
I always loved the way you smelled like blue,
The same way that lemons tasted yellow,
And cut grass smelled like green-but wild grass
Smelled like brown and the stateline of Kansas.
It probably had to be New Orleans-
The intoxication got to me finally,
I was feeling old, so old, and I needed to relax.
You wanted to be Peter Pan, but you didn’t quite
Fill the shoes-it was a hotel, we wore no shoes.
You (almost) let me go.
You moved away, you wouldn’t hold me,
And I was hurt-but, at least I couldn’t feel it,
Alcohol, remember?
Sadly enough, I don’t think I ever apologized.
That summer was immortal.
Like glass, or that indie movie you wished could change
Everyone’s life, but it probably only touched you and you alone.