you called me, rambled nonsense of love lost through the telephone before saying you'd only see me if I promise not to write about it
as if you've ever known a moment with me that didn't one day end up on paper
fastforward after dinner, we're in the Costco parking lot
and somehow I think, we're both still hungry
you ask me if my new tattoo has anything to do with the way you get naked before the door to your apartment drops shut behind us
I promise not everything I do, I do with you in mind
but it's a quarter to eight and we're in the backseat of your car
(and if I had a dollar for everytime we wound up here I wouldn't even have to write anymore)
I am crushed between seats that do not lean far enough forward, when you finally notice the music has stopped playing
this is the first time in four years you have ever seemed uneasy in the quiet
so I kiss you until your body relaxes
you have cried three times since you took your shirt off
you don't stop telling me you love me until suddenly
your hands are everywhere
and I have permission to write about tonight because obviously this means we are still in love
fastforward 24 hours
I'm back in your car after a stop to the pub and there's enough liqour in me to drown out my voice
we fall asleep holding hands while the heat blasts like a furnace ready to burn down this so well put together home
that's two nights in a row I have lost my way home and somehow found myself tangled up in ... well not really sheets, I guess
maybe just each others clothes?
alright skip ahead another day
you're asking if I'll see you and for the first time in four years my answer is no
we promise a rain check and then next day I'm drunk again and only think
about kissing you until I fall asleep sweaty and with a pulsing headache
I'm thinking about leaving my job so I'll have more time to admire the way you look with all this confidence
it's only with you that I will ever say no to getting high
because with you I already can't feel my face
and I guess you could say I love it
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC
you called me, rambled nonsense of love lost through the telephone before saying you'd only see me if I promise not to write about it
as if you've ever known a moment with me that didn't one day end up on paper
fastforward after dinner, we're in the Costco parking lot
and somehow I think, we're both still hungry
you ask me if my new tattoo has anything to do with the way you get naked before the door to your apartment drops shut behind us
I promise not everything I do, I do with you in mind
but it's a quarter to eight and we're in the backseat of your car
(and if I had a dollar for everytime we wound up here I wouldn't even have to write anymore)
I am crushed between seats that do not lean far enough forward, when you finally notice the music has stopped playing
this is the first time in four years you have ever seemed uneasy in the quiet
so I kiss you until your body relaxes
you have cried three times since you took your shirt off
you don't stop telling me you love me until suddenly
your hands are everywhere
and I have permission to write about tonight because obviously this means we are still in love
fastforward 24 hours
I'm back in your car after a stop to the pub and there's enough liqour in me to drown out my voice
we fall asleep holding hands while the heat blasts like a furnace ready to burn down this so well put together home
that's two nights in a row I have lost my way home and somehow found myself tangled up in ... well not really sheets, I guess
maybe just each others clothes?
alright skip ahead another day
you're asking if I'll see you and for the first time in four years my answer is no
we promise a rain check and then next day I'm drunk again and only think
about kissing you until I fall asleep sweaty and with a pulsing headache
I'm thinking about leaving my job so I'll have more time to admire the way you look with all this confidence
it's only with you that I will ever say no to getting high
because with you I already can't feel my face
and I guess you could say I love it
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