(an ode to first love, again and again and again)
Baby,
let’s work the kinks out
A sublime pair of parallel underwater liars
Fluttery sick like sixth grade
La la tra la la la la
Thelonious Monk Appollinaire
Ihop Beach Boys Baseball Benches
Stop
crawl out your window
Doesn’t matter if you can use the
front door
Enchanted life
We lead
Lead feet
Lead me down that path I was afraid of
you too but oh well
Let’s be reckless, silly, and young
Doo Wop Be Bop and Synthesizers
You said the eighties were a waste
Except
For us
Lets kiss for hours and dance around like old folks
I’ll watch you play shitty guitar riffs
and you’ll watch me sleep
Tender Buttons, Naked Showers, and all the a-rhythmic beats
that we could muster up, because we MAKE the drums.
With our own hands
You’re right I’m left
Let’s sleep in
Temper Temper Kid
It’s all right I got a left hook and a foreign language
You do too? Well then let’s see the aerial landscapes
Break break, it’s okay
I am patient, persistent
and
I got a bigger heart than all of Greek town
Hey kid let’s work the kinks out
Cause no one’s got cookie cutter hands like moi
We got four languages between us and the whole world to conquer
It’s getting heavy and the lines are getting longer
but
That won’t stop me from giving you short glances
and all together harmonious high fives
I’ll be the high powered oxygen for your dying lungs
and You’ll be my fountain of youth
<3
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