When they ask I’ll say
I didn’t go anywhere
Because I didn’t believe I could
I’ll tell them that my hollow promises
Although, tethered to good intentions
Were only a chasm of misdirection
I will speak on how our appetite
Wasn’t an insatiable craving
Rather an agent of dodging our realities
That the bounty of gifts and
Assuredness of future company
Cannot abate the 13 hundred miles
When they ask I’ll say
That the madness of two
Wasn’t sacred or shared
I’ll clue them in on how
Connections are opaque
And being ironically self-destructive isn’t fun anymore
I might say that I knew you
But you forgot me
Because there’s well-dressed guys in every college town.
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
When they ask I’ll say
I didn’t go anywhere
Because I didn’t believe I could
I’ll tell them that my hollow promises
Although, tethered to good intentions
Were only a chasm of misdirection
I will speak on how our appetite
Wasn’t an insatiable craving
Rather an agent of dodging our realities
That the bounty of gifts and
Assuredness of future company
Cannot abate the 13 hundred miles
When they ask I’ll say
That the madness of two
Wasn’t sacred or shared
I’ll clue them in on how
Connections are opaque
And being ironically self-destructive isn’t fun anymore
I might say that I knew you
But you forgot me
Because there’s well-dressed guys in every college town.
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