I wish that I, too, had cute pictures of you from the Summer
but the Summer it was cool to have a camera on ya phone,
I was flying solo, kicking rocks alone, rocks in my pocket broke
That rag dress, that head mess, I swear your hair made you look like a
puppy, I remember because on nights as sweet as this,
rain and wind kissin my fingertips throwing back beer on the balcony
my brain produces the chemical of unrequited love and
I’m transported to you wherever in time, without a vessel
Honeybee, I am the vessel that retains the best of you
in my pulse, and you as you stop believing, I believe in