shouldn’t make sense
that’s the fun in it...
how do you only believe in love
if it only pertains to love for you”
and I looked through the celing window
I missed her.
I always do.
but that exact moment I understood
you dont choose anything
if anything the preverbioal
chooses you (I)
“I’ll text you later...I have things to do”
muscle memory is the only thing that
kept me moving all afternoon
if it was up to me i’d’ve boarded a plane
for Toledo before noon
“but I’m so glad we’re talking again”