Our love is a green summer
A plastic city
Filled with windowless smiles
And breakfast lullabies
If I close my eyes and drift away
I see you kissing my knees
In the backs of cars
Playing with my toes
Under café tables
Twisting my untamed hair
Around calloused fingers
I find myself trying to float away
Like a red balloon
Just a gypsy girl and hat backwards boy
I listened to your decaying maybes
As you zipped up our memories
And gave away midnight
I was half past happy
Dancing through pink darkness
Hoping for an earthquake
With nights of claustrophobic feet
As quiet as owls.
Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 4:22 PM UTC
Our love is a green summer
A plastic city
Filled with windowless smiles
And breakfast lullabies
If I close my eyes and drift away
I see you kissing my knees
In the backs of cars
Playing with my toes
Under café tables
Twisting my untamed hair
Around calloused fingers
I find myself trying to float away
Like a red balloon
Just a gypsy girl and hat backwards boy
I listened to your decaying maybes
As you zipped up our memories
And gave away midnight
I was half past happy
Dancing through pink darkness
Hoping for an earthquake
With nights of claustrophobic feet
As quiet as owls.
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