I don't talk too loud when you're with me unless you **** me off
Running your **** mouth as usual about something I've said or done
But at the end of the day you're still my ride home
You're still my long sleeved skinny thighed glass tongued *******
Quick fade slow trip naked in the front yard
And though you were quick to slam the door
I still advocate for your movement: slight reckless and agile
But understand this:
Even in your leaving there is poetry
Even in your exit there is beauty
And no amount of it's profound meaning was lost on me: even when I'm open I need you.
So don't worry kid
even if you slow down or **** up I'll still be home to let you in
Yeah I'll let you in so we can ******* about existence or let the light out on our skin
You thawed sandwich bread on the patio
And I cleaned my bedroom floor
You talk it big and I'll never ask for more
And I know she broke your heart like she broke my heart running off with the wrong one once again
But if you drive me home I'll be your home and we can finally start to begin
Again
This is for sitting on our mother's floor
Again
This is for i40 and our weekly commute
Again
This is for the days we spent running only to run back home again
This is for love
And this is for you
And I'll love you, you skinny ******* until the fabric of the universe breaks beneath us
And I'll love you until you begin to love again
And after all this time
I Guess I need you.