So Much For Nostalgia
Day At The Fair
This stoy keeps writing itself, pages and chapters of you
and I, of things that I wish would have happened,
of things that I wish you would say,
then you whispered to me said I missed you,
as I silently basked in your words, these eight letters
that keep me from growing, out and away from you
we still return to the seasons where these corners
and cracks of this street are still leading me home
this tongue just keeps tying itself, unspoken words
from the mouth of a bottle of things that I wish
I could tell you, of things that you can't understand,
and we still return to the life where these...
I keep running back in your direction, to these beaches
and swings that we know, it's as empty
as when we had left it, still writing these letters to you
the truth behing story incredible glories of you
and what my mind has made you,
the life bearing pictures these porches
these splinters and summers that are making me whole
still I fly high and away from these dreams
still I fly high and away from these things
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