I wish we could
Be free, once more.
Out riding late
A night full of drink and smoke
Tunes out of another dimension.
We could relate it all.
It’s been years now and I
Look back fondly
Like a rear-view mirror
Into my past.
I used to hold it like weight
Now it feels more like
Blessed moths on my shoulder
Better than butterflies
I don’t trust those anymore
I rather see what you’re like in 5 years
Like a job interview
Weigh the prospects.
Alright.
Looks like they were a
Keeper.
At least I wasn’t sure
Back then.
Better as best friends
That don’t talk to each other.
Why am I so
In love with your memory…
