Well
Craig Finn's voice sounds like pink lemonade
But
Shiny things are eventually all meant to fade
Like
A clear voice on the radio into static
But
Your phone sounds clear even when I'm asthmatic

When I say "Goodnight, Elisabeth" I try to sound strong
For you in the twilight of a year that went wrong
It just reminds me of a blue Counting Crows song
Of a lifetime that collapses slowly then just goes on
Of a simple meaning I buried in indigo prose
You find it when you're motivated not to let me go
and for that I'm inclined to keep bending back
All the times you fall asleep or don't text me back

It's a lot to feel
For something so obscure
Keep paying more into
Dreams that get deferred

I was wearing
red Adidas
On the night you took
that picture of our sneakers
Adjacent to each other
shifting with the land
You drew a heart inbetween
our names in the sand

It was alright
It was a nice night

I laid next to you listening to white noise
You let me take liberties in my night voice
Whispering so that morning can't listen in
and wake us with creeping daylight's dissonance
Real life ain't got nothing to do with us
In this teal night, Jacksonville imbued in us
The will to live ***** if it means we can live
There's no time to wait for the ocean to forgive
us
My beautiful dust to dust
My angel all mysterious
Angry at the breaking dusk

It's been a nice life

I see it in your eyes like polar ice
Your skin pretty and flushed in the night light
Coded emotions in the motion of a zeitgeist
I just want to keep touching your right thigh
For all the the cursed things I didn't get right
In this black midnight of a life