Remember when we had destinations and desires And we slung great speeches from our lips as if they were something big? And I mean: we thought they were really large. We lived in that size. But there were times that I accidentally left the car unlocked because I’ve got pictures in my eyes and they’re all of you You are hiding beneath a bridge with me and we are accidentally prophesizing the end while bathing in the creek He is with you and you’re ****** and you are telling me I'm not real I am pretending to listen to your records while basking in the sound of your breathing We are kissing between destinations I am on the street at three in the morning and I am hoping you are still awake But the true-ly real one: You are asleep and I’m singing to you because You have no thoughts to distract your ears There is a Polaroid on the wall and in it you are naked and covered in mud and you look like the Earth I want to know you I want to ******* but I don’t know that I just know that you are what I have been thinking about when I am nowhere at all. I have lost slices, phrases, places to you It is only now, when I am somewhere you cannot be, that I know love.
Ummm, I don't really know where this nostalgic ******* came from. Enjoy?