i can still smell it
kind of like musk sticks
kind of like black tea.
in my plaid shirt i sit

i drink tea
and eat musk sticks.

i play guitar
and dream of clouds.

i wish for you again.
i wish for your scent.

kind of like musk sticks
kind of like black tea.

i wish for your voice
sweet like honey and mylk.

i wish for your touch
leaving blazing trails of goosebumps.

in my plaid shirt i sit.
i like the quiet when im there.
its almost like you’re back.
kind of like musk sticks
and black tea.