Circulating memories of childhood amenities
Hurled beneath your feet like gold bricks and steppingstones
Your mother's loving remedies and the thought of praying for your enemies
I can feel you through the penmanship, I can tell you that you're not alone
Church on Sunday mornings, you're weeping through the rosary
Tears falling on your winter coat like rain drops through a Eulogy
Footsteps on the carpeting like the persistence of a metronome
When I pass your house I never will forget
Even when it's just dirt and they turn it into a parking lot
I'll always remember you, I'll always remember the summer when I thought,
That you liked me.
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
Circulating memories of childhood amenities
Hurled beneath your feet like gold bricks and steppingstones
Your mother's loving remedies and the thought of praying for your enemies
I can feel you through the penmanship, I can tell you that you're not alone
Church on Sunday mornings, you're weeping through the rosary
Tears falling on your winter coat like rain drops through a Eulogy
Footsteps on the carpeting like the persistence of a metronome
When I pass your house I never will forget
Even when it's just dirt and they turn it into a parking lot
I'll always remember you, I'll always remember the summer when I thought,
That you liked me.