my friend died. we were not close but he held great meaning for me and i cared about him a lot. i wish i had told him that more. i wish i had told YOU that more.
i remember when the days were long and the nights when the living room was on the lawn constant quarreling, the childish fits and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman all the slander and double-speak were only foolish attempts to show you did not mean anything but the blatant proof was your lips touching mine in the photobooth
and as the summer’s ending the cool air will push your hard heart away you were so condescending and this is all that’s left scraping paper to document i’ve packed a change of clothes and it’s time to move on
cup your mouth to compress the sound skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town and everything that i said was true as the flashes blinded us in the photobooth well, i lost track, and then those words were said you took the wheel and you steered us into my bed soon we woke and i walked you home and it was pretty clear that it was hardly love
and as the summer’s ending the cool air will rush your hard heart away you were so condescending and this is all that’s left scraping paper to document i’ve packed a change of clothes and it’s time to move on
and as the summer’s ending the cool air will rush your hard heart away you were so condescending as the alcohol drained the days
and as the summer’s ending the cool air will rush your hard heart away you were so condescending and this is all that’s left the empty bottles, spent cigarettes so pack a change of clothes, ‘cause it’s time to move on
My first question to someone who’s like, “You should give up writing and learn to code!” would be to ask, “Is that how you entertained yourself during the pandemic? With long videos of people coding? Or did you read books and watch TV and movies like the rest of us?”
