The treeline came into view
Where the city light ends is where I see you
Anyplace I proceed tends to hold
Traces of your smell, makes the delusional
Mistake it for home at times
I was on the bus the other day
Riding through the greyest winter-spring haze
When it passes by the corner
That time it was raining, I called an Uber
Sprung to my mind
We laughed all soaked, water in our socks
You pulled your umbrella out while I talked
And I swear that's what I'll think when I think of you
And all the stupid shit like it we'd do
Your ghost comes to haunt me in the most beautiful places
Like witnessing firsthand a clone or two and kissing their faces
Don't judge me for looking through
For seeing things everyone would disapprove of
I'm home all the time
I'd pack up and leave first thing before noon
You'd corrupt every intent so I could be back soon
And I swear that's what I'll think when I think of you
And all the stupid shit like it we'd do
It's only natural to be so tainted by turbulence
Alarms may ring but I might entertain the disturbance
I wanted you in my past life, and now in my new
I reflect most at night but I knew I can't escape you
I cannot brave the terrible truth
And I swear that's what I'll think when I think of you
And all the stupid shit like it we'd do
And I swear that's what I'll think when I think of you
And all the stupid shit like it we'd do
YOU ARE READING
Songs I Write | VII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 19 years old, England.
