If only life were an iPod,
if only we could replay last June
as we replay Miles David.
Sweaty and sticky and white wine drunk.
Finding rocks for our lovers,
eating mushrooms together and I was so scared when you walked in the highway.
It was the only time I raised my voice at you and I'm sorry.
People change, they drift apart
and there is no courtesy of a breakup.
Texts left unresponded, calls unanswered, letters unwritten, their is no quick bandaid rip, no 'I don't think we should see each other anymore.'
There is confusion and anxiety and guilt and selfblame and tears, and I wish I could press replay on last June.
Instead "Kind of Blue" is on repeat and I still cry every time the album finishes and I still miss and love you
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 8:52 PM UTC
If only life were an iPod,
if only we could replay last June
as we replay Miles David.
Sweaty and sticky and white wine drunk.
Finding rocks for our lovers,
eating mushrooms together and I was so scared when you walked in the highway.
It was the only time I raised my voice at you and I'm sorry.
People change, they drift apart
and there is no courtesy of a breakup.
Texts left unresponded, calls unanswered, letters unwritten, their is no quick bandaid rip, no 'I don't think we should see each other anymore.'
There is confusion and anxiety and guilt and selfblame and tears, and I wish I could press replay on last June.
Instead "Kind of Blue" is on repeat and I still cry every time the album finishes and I still miss and love you
