pumpkin seeds
a long time ago i would open my windows to this album and clean my room, that damp texas wind moving papers and candle flames, my tv mounted on the wall reporting things of no consequence.
they always wake me, with their ringing off
(it is still dark and warm - strings of confetti from birthdays long forgotten in a box somewhere, us on our backs not touching)
thoughts of it make me sick
(lullabies)
(and you just don't understand what a girl goes through)
all the water and the sunlight in the world - nothing comparable
'I am no longer passionate,
But we can have some conversation before it is too late.'
they always wake me, with their ringing off
(it is still dark and warm - strings of confetti from birthdays long forgotten in a box somewhere, us on our backs not touching)
thoughts of it make me sick
(lullabies)
(and you just don't understand what a girl goes through)
all the water and the sunlight in the world - nothing comparable
'I am no longer passionate,
But we can have some conversation before it is too late.'