late october,
today my heart is wandering,
I still listen to your music.
things I like fall in my lap and I pick up the phone to tell you,
someone I can hide behind
maybe I just like warm waists and strong arms
maybe I like feeling small,
I met this boy today, love,
he reminds me of home, of fresh tortillas wrapped in tinfoil
he reminds me of this summer, and of you.
he doesn't like the things we liked,
but he's a different fabric
and I am patching this idea that
we never stop loving anyone
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 6:19 AM UTC
late october,
today my heart is wandering,
I still listen to your music.
things I like fall in my lap and I pick up the phone to tell you,
someone I can hide behind
maybe I just like warm waists and strong arms
maybe I like feeling small,
I met this boy today, love,
he reminds me of home, of fresh tortillas wrapped in tinfoil
he reminds me of this summer, and of you.
he doesn't like the things we liked,
but he's a different fabric
and I am patching this idea that
we never stop loving anyone
