You popped up when my life was complicated.
Instead of the spirit of depression, your spirit followed me around.
I needed you
Just like three meals a day;
HardBop for Breakfast,
Fusion for Lunch,
Ragtime for a mini snack,
Swing for an evening meal,
Dixieland for a midnight party.
At the time, I never knew you were there.
I just knew it was okay for my soul to hurt.
It was okay to be ******* up and to never be perfect.
You weren't perfect.
Both of our messes collided with each other and it fit.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC
You popped up when my life was complicated.
Instead of the spirit of depression, your spirit followed me around.
I needed you
Just like three meals a day;
HardBop for Breakfast,
Fusion for Lunch,
Ragtime for a mini snack,
Swing for an evening meal,
Dixieland for a midnight party.
At the time, I never knew you were there.
I just knew it was okay for my soul to hurt.
It was okay to be ******* up and to never be perfect.
You weren't perfect.
Both of our messes collided with each other and it fit.
