i never liked the number six
until you came along.
with your ****** minivan full of empty energy
and 9:30 “i’m here"s
at a faded memory
i told you that night i wanted to jump off a bridge
i told you that i didn’t want to be alive anymore
i told you things that i never thought would’ve come out if not already said
i never liked the number six
for some reason unknown
it made me shake.
but you opened up something in me
that i can’t quite explain
"if i need to, i will”
if i need to get starbucks i will
if i need to babble i will
if i need to, if i need to, if i need to.
and the car ride from that coffee shop seemed as if we were traveling at the speed of light.
i didn’t want it to end
i didn’t want my /life/ to end
“if i need to, i will”
i was never fond of the number six
but i was always fond
of you