I like to smell bellflowers in Bellflower, California.
I love the hilltops over Glendale and Mount Hollywood Drive.
Like myself I love them.
I fantasize about highways and neck kisses in the night
Being driven blindfolded to a spot in Griffith Park
Get me out and lead me wherever you want

I dream a bunch of airplanes, but this isn’t JFK
But I don’t dream of oceans nor the ones who tried to drown me screaming help
You brought me to a different beach and as I came out all sandy
I showered it off in the motel and had you on top with your chain dangling
But when I killed the light
I didn’t dream of anything bad.
I didn’t hear waves rolling in my subconsciousness or feel the smoothness of my hands
I felt lucky that this happened to me
not necessary happy, but if I grow to cherish roadtrips like this, we’ll go again and I’ll end up laughing on our way home.
Listen to my favorite record
or a song stuck in your head.

For now I’m lying face up thinking
before I find happiness I gotta embrace my sadness.
Like she did.