i mix them together in the cold mornings,
coffee, tequila, brown sugar;
2 days from now i will be back in my blue-jacket,
the one she bought me, its been hanging on my door all summer
soon it will be cold again and ill need it.

i watched tapes of me dancing from months ago,
my hair was still long and the trees in my backyard looked like holograms.
where will i be in 10 years? in the house in the forest?
visit me, meet me under the redwood trees where i will read grammar books in years to come. where i will grow old, where my body will be thrown
meet me when i have my academia job and youll be a bedroom popstar
we can still drink margarita mix and look at the stars, i swear