button up your overcoat
here's to the one i write the songs about. i think as i get older, my relationships with people become less definable, and are usually met with intense confusion. last week i swore i wouldn't speak to him anymore; he'd go back to his lady in charlottesville, i'd go back to my life here, and everything would go back to how it was before i met him a year ago. but then he writes these songs, these beautiful songs, and suddenly i find myself back in his arms, laughing and drinking ourselves blind all over again.
"i miss you."
"give me five minutes, and i'll make you not hate me anymore."
and he plays a song about me.
"amazing as always, billy."
"i can write you a better song. give me an hour, and i'll write you a better song. i want to make you feel something."
his friend mateo and i went out drinking together a few nights ago, and just as we started talking about our mutual love for billy, an old man on the kareoke machine, chimed in with "...wise men say, only fools fall in love, but i can't help falling in love with you..." of fucking course. one of the many songs we've played together.
i guess i do need to keep him around, afterall. i'm starting an all-girl barbershop quartet chordettes-like doowop group called the ladybirds, and who better to pretend to be phil spector (minus the whole murder thing), than billy.
