On a bulletin board there are scraps of papers and napkins
With your handwriting in sharpie
(And it smells like you)
That I'm reading over and over again for the hundredth time
But it's okay, I know eventually everything is going to be fine
That's what I tell myself while I wonder why
Why do I always end up like this?
On the ceiling my eyes are glued
Like leaves on the sidewalk
Yellow and brown and lifted into the air
That you're breathing in and out
And I can see your breath.
It looks like a ghost.
I know I'll be freezing, but I give you my coat.
I played you a song
You smiled even though I sang it wrong.
Whatever happened to those days?
They're gone and I can't remember.
released July 22, 2016
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