Best Worst Thing
/Can you remember ever having any fun? ‘Cause when it’s all said and done I always believed we were. But now I’m not so sure./
It’s unseasonably warm this autumn afternoon And we’re wearing my hoodies With the windows down and the radio up And sometimes a leaf catches a breeze just right And lands in your lap, or you catch it in your hands And then let it back out, free to be And you’re smiling because it’s 2:43 And school’s out for us could be lovers And I’m smiling because you’re smiling And we’re on our way home together. Passion Pit on the radio playing a song We both know well, but I’ll let you sing it. Honestly I love to hear you sing And I dream of the wings your voice gives me, Makes the end of the day seem So impossibly far away and you tell me I’m so pretty and I don’t know what to say And I’ve never loved you more than I do today, But I will tomorrow.
Sometime later when I see your face in smiling pictures Curling and tearing at the edges, I’m jealous Of your friends and I wish I could be among them, but Once I’ve loved you, There’s no going back… begins
An unseasonably chilly spring afternoon And I’m wearing a hoodie, its smell becomes my own again, Or no smell at all And driving around with the windows down, I’m cold With the breeze but it seems at least There’s one thing left I haven’t lost control of – I can roll the windows down or up, Totally my call when I’m on my way home alone And The Neighbourhood’s murmuring on the stereo A song that $tings too much to sing along and I’m always driving home, one way or the other, but never arriving Which really makes the end of the day Seem so impossibly far away ‘til I can finally lie down and you told me I could work on a few things And I’ve never loved you less since the day I met you, But I will tomorrow.
Quote from Passion Pit’s “I’ll Be Alright.”
"Best Worst Thing," from Hypernostalgia - prose and poetry by Eli kampsin. Free download at KampSin.com/store. ♥
