I got to wondering the other day,
I wondered if you still have my t-shirts,
Do they still smell like me?
Do they smell like cologne, youth and regret?
I’ve gotten older, but clearly haven’t gotten smarter,
I clearly haven’t learned to avoid touching stoves
Or walking in traffic
Or poking beehives
**** your institutions,
**** your distance,
And **** your rules,
Because this heart couldn’t care less
The heart wants what the heart wants,
And what the heart wants is to **** me,
It wants to turn the clocks back,
It wants to be less of an *******
It wants anything but this emptiness,
Anything at all but this…
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
I got to wondering the other day,
I wondered if you still have my t-shirts,
Do they still smell like me?
Do they smell like cologne, youth and regret?
I’ve gotten older, but clearly haven’t gotten smarter,
I clearly haven’t learned to avoid touching stoves
Or walking in traffic
Or poking beehives
**** your institutions,
**** your distance,
And **** your rules,
Because this heart couldn’t care less
The heart wants what the heart wants,
And what the heart wants is to **** me,
It wants to turn the clocks back,
It wants to be less of an *******
It wants anything but this emptiness,
Anything at all but this…
