You called me for the
First time today just
To talk about the fireworks
Now everything I see reminds
Me of you and those
Stupid cowboy boots the
Ones you wear to church
(The ones I don’t actually hate)
That black jeep the
Pocket-knife collection
The perfect music you play
(I can no longer hear
Without seeing your face)
Your art
Your hats
Your hands
We talked about fireworks
Until late in the night now
I’m blinded by everything
You are but it’s okay
As long as it’s you
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 10:19 PM UTC
You called me for the
First time today just
To talk about the fireworks
Now everything I see reminds
Me of you and those
Stupid cowboy boots the
Ones you wear to church
(The ones I don’t actually hate)
That black jeep the
Pocket-knife collection
The perfect music you play
(I can no longer hear
Without seeing your face)
Your art
Your hats
Your hands
We talked about fireworks
Until late in the night now
I’m blinded by everything
You are but it’s okay
As long as it’s you
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