I guess it's just another one of those nights When I'll spend way too much time On something so small that no one really cares about at all I guess it's just another one of those thoughts And I can't really find a cause Whether it's all just in my mind or something more here in my life
It's u, it's u Oh god, it's u It's u If you're awake then I am too If you're lost then I'll find you If you're hurt then I'll fix you If you go blind I'll describe the view If you can't feel then I'll hold you If you fall know I've got you
And if you fall down too far and I can't see you through these marks And your eyes are covered in scars, and my head's filling with tar Don't worry we'll find another way out
Your silhouette doesn't look quite right And I can never find the time To bury my hands in words I'd grow a new kind of evergreen tree, just for you and me On second thoughts, will you even remember me?
But it's always been u (It's always been u) It's always been u (It's always been u) It's always been u (It's always been u) It's always been u (It's always been u) It's always been u (It's always been u) It's always been u Is it me for u?
i. To catch a boy in the wake of summer Leave out a cup Brimming with melon-colored milk tea and tapioca Make sure to capture his smile When he spills some on the counter
When it is still warm on the cheeks And independence has yet to be fully realized You catch a boy by offering him the futon Night after night after night after night You don’t think to ask your mom and He doesn’t seem to mind the basement stench But you overcompensate with your words anyway You’re good at that
Kesha plays like a hymn in the cathedral Of his boyfriend’s second car But you catch a boy with the menthol sound Of Cavetown at dusk in your hole of a bedroom And he sits on the bed and watches you paint As his notifications are piling up with passive-aggressive texts Summer tastes like lemon and cough drops
This is the first poem in a series titled "Cavetown wrote a song about your ex and we played it all summer long." The series is about the best summer of my life, although the poems may appear bleak upon first reading. It is about falling in love and the budding of a best friendship. About seeing and being seen.
Thank you for having a gift for all of those gentle songs that you sweetly sang with your melancholy voice
Thank you for everything for all the advice you gave through the good and the bad for lifting me up when I'm sad
Thank you for giving me a home and baking me banana bread for taking care of things thanks for just talking to me
Thank you for showing me that everything is temporary my pain isn't here forever you were always with me
Thank you for the nostalgia the sweet uke from the UK the rhythms that found my soul and the calpol for my heart
Dear robin, thank you.
A poem dedicated to Robin Skinner (aka Cavetown). Cavetown's music is half the reason I am here today. His youtube makes me smile and reminds me of the good times. Everything bad seems to be put into a better perspective when I listen to his music. I cannot wait to see him live in October.