On the brightest day of days
We met like I'm 19 again
Surfing so confidently through waves of vibes in line to see the greatest surf rock show of our lives;
It's as if I've never questioned my ability to charm
You one-upping me as I try to out-glaze you
We're ******* sage-grouse in a mating dance for the ages
And I sweat so feverishly.
Cut myself open along all the right lines I've learned to follow from so many attempts where I've snagged and lost focus
You, you're my mirror, and holy **** how I watch you do the same
That surgical tight precision of just enough to make me gleeful for more.
You call out to me like I've never heard the sound of a telephone before
I want to pick up and scream for joy is this that ******* call?
It's 3am at a ******* Denny's of all places
This has to be that call
Isn't it?
You tell me you don't want to be alive anymore
That the weight of the world and its deadlines and commitments weighs on your shoulders like your name is ******* Atlas but it isn't
You're 31 and so vunerable and honest and
You.
As you look at me with wet eyes
Then I'm holding you as you sob
And you're holding me as I sob
In a lightning-quick moment where I think I've found my equal
And the world and its ****** veneer lifts
My heart is pounding and my knees are weak
But nothing else matters for just a moment
While I stand here and we hold each other
And I think of how beautiful this all is
Five hours past my bedtime in the arms of a stranger who now knows my deepest secrets
I swear we were speedrunning into infinity
Or at least, the bloom of something beautiful
But then goodbyes and promises turn into distance and lies
And a week later it's 2:31 in the morning and I wonder where I went wrong
What did I say? What did I not say?
Is it me? Is it you?
But it's okay.
I'll pick myself up and dust off my shoulders
I'm a man after all whatever the **** that means
It's just another notch in my belt another ****** experience to learn from
So that maybe one day I'll get it right
But deep down, if you catch me being real honest one day
About some diner after a punk show at 3 in the morning
I'll tell you the truth, hell I'll tell anyone who'll listen
I just want a phone call from ******* Breanne.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 7:14 PM UTC
On the brightest day of days
We met like I'm 19 again
Surfing so confidently through waves of vibes in line to see the greatest surf rock show of our lives;
It's as if I've never questioned my ability to charm
You one-upping me as I try to out-glaze you
We're ******* sage-grouse in a mating dance for the ages
And I sweat so feverishly.
Cut myself open along all the right lines I've learned to follow from so many attempts where I've snagged and lost focus
You, you're my mirror, and holy **** how I watch you do the same
That surgical tight precision of just enough to make me gleeful for more.
You call out to me like I've never heard the sound of a telephone before
I want to pick up and scream for joy is this that ******* call?
It's 3am at a ******* Denny's of all places
This has to be that call
Isn't it?
You tell me you don't want to be alive anymore
That the weight of the world and its deadlines and commitments weighs on your shoulders like your name is ******* Atlas but it isn't
You're 31 and so vunerable and honest and
You.
As you look at me with wet eyes
Then I'm holding you as you sob
And you're holding me as I sob
In a lightning-quick moment where I think I've found my equal
And the world and its ****** veneer lifts
My heart is pounding and my knees are weak
But nothing else matters for just a moment
While I stand here and we hold each other
And I think of how beautiful this all is
Five hours past my bedtime in the arms of a stranger who now knows my deepest secrets
I swear we were speedrunning into infinity
Or at least, the bloom of something beautiful
But then goodbyes and promises turn into distance and lies
And a week later it's 2:31 in the morning and I wonder where I went wrong
What did I say? What did I not say?
Is it me? Is it you?
But it's okay.
I'll pick myself up and dust off my shoulders
I'm a man after all whatever the **** that means
It's just another notch in my belt another ****** experience to learn from
So that maybe one day I'll get it right
But deep down, if you catch me being real honest one day
About some diner after a punk show at 3 in the morning
I'll tell you the truth, hell I'll tell anyone who'll listen
I just want a phone call from ******* Breanne.
