You would hate this song. There’s not enough guitar and the words go on too long. You would say I don’t do words, I don’t do colours, I just do naps. I just know numbers. The picture I gave you didn’t make it on your wall, and did you your roommates ever tell you just how many times I’ve called?
I learned things don’t happen and then disappear. Once they happen, they still are here. And you can move on and forget them but they still exist somewhere. So no matter how far behind you leave them, they still wait for you there. This is the house I grew up in, but it is not my home. And without that scaffolding these walls are having a hard time standing on their own.
I sure miss your coffee, and only you know what I mean. It’s been a while since I had that kind of fresh pure caffeine. You know it’s monsoon season, the waters high. The rain keeps falling & so do I. And someone outside my window has honked three times in a row. And I bet that they are wondering just what I’m waiting for. This is the house I grew up in, but it’s not my home. And without that scaffolding these walls are having a hard time standing on their own. Did you forget all of the car rides? And did you forget all the 4ams? How did I get back here on the outside?
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