this december there won’t be much airwaves and frequencies at most i’m afraid but i won’t mind this december i might not even exist but i’ll be there either way oh i think this december i’ll let the chill follow me home so that come january i’ll already be cold enough to let you go when you leave.
k. aren’t all my poems about you? another three months for me to fall in love just a little more. god, i can’t wait.