it's 9:15 and for 60 seconds, the hands on the clock are in a horizontal line
you smell of Lipton tea with lime, and you said that I
smelled like instant hot cocoa powder.
violets are my favorite flower
so you put some in my hair, and we talked about
the downfall of
capitalism.
laissez-faire, laissez-faire, laissez-faire
we got ashy elbows from rolling in the dirt
you been cryin lately, been rolling in the hurt
mom tells older sister stop rolling up her skirt
but won't tell little brother stop trolling Google earth
this is a problem that
you are all faced with
maybe our outlook
just needs a facelift
I know your eyes are shut so you don't see you face it
but you do face it
but you won't say it
it's 9:16
the grass is green, I mean
it always is but
it just has this certain gleam
the porch light hit it
at just the right angle,
at just the right spot.
we got a good view;
our fingers entangled
we got ashy elbows from rolling in the sand
our parents like to act like they really understand
and we don't wanna be like them as if we ever can
can this be in our hands—
our own life plans?
this is a problem that we are all faced with
maybe your outlook just needs a facelift
you know our eyes are shut cause we don't wanna face it
but we do face it
even though we don't say it
we got ashy elbows from rolling on the ground
is it bad of me to want you to stick around?
is it purely silly that I really love sound of you saying that you'd love to be down?
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