I bet your hardwood floor
Still supports that shirt.
Your maroon one I wore
After losing my skirt.
Now, your roommate is telling you
To help clean up your place.
Blaring "R.I.P. 2 My Youth".
Searching for what's been misplaced.
The dusty floorboards creak
Under the weight of it all.
It's only been one week
Since intimate nightfall.
You're wearing ***** clothes;
And you can't bear to do laundry.
Because once you start a load,
You'll have to accept the palm trees.
The desert that awaits you,
And the life you're leaving behind.
Telling me that, *if we bump into
Each other, we won't be ill-timed.*
I bet that maroon shirt is precisely
Where I left it.
Before you decisively
Determined we were unfit.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
I bet your hardwood floor
Still supports that shirt.
Your maroon one I wore
After losing my skirt.
Now, your roommate is telling you
To help clean up your place.
Blaring "R.I.P. 2 My Youth".
Searching for what's been misplaced.
The dusty floorboards creak
Under the weight of it all.
It's only been one week
Since intimate nightfall.
You're wearing ***** clothes;
And you can't bear to do laundry.
Because once you start a load,
You'll have to accept the palm trees.
The desert that awaits you,
And the life you're leaving behind.
Telling me that, *if we bump into
Each other, we won't be ill-timed.*
I bet that maroon shirt is precisely
Where I left it.
Before you decisively
Determined we were unfit.
