I write cause I know you'll forget
You could be sea-green in a waste basket tomorrow
No repulsions for
My premature indulgences
If you can't recall a word I said
Not like those cheek bones,
That crooked nose
No, those fellas stick around too long
Perpetuate in every pathetic word
That I askew into song
She was my trophy shelf of slip-ups
My untamed, hormonal, acne shit show
On late night rotation for months on end
A brick-boot swimming lesson
In the deep end of my adolescence
Scrawling notes on the backs of my hands
But I'll start fresh with you
Extracting the rusted attachments
Keeping the die-hard nuts, bolts and screws
We'll go from square one with the wit of an old pro
And you can fill in the gaps with whatever you know
My "long, dark hair"
Dear "long, dark hair", I write cause I know you'll forget You could be sea-green in a waste basket tomorrow No repulsions for My premature indulgences If you can't recall a word I said Not like those cheek bones, That crooked nose No, those fellas stick around too long Perpetuate in every pathetic word That I askew into song She was my trophy shelf of slip-ups My untamed, hormonal, acne shit show On late night rotation for months on end A brick-boot swimming lesson In the deep end of my adolescence Scrawling notes on the backs of my hands But I'll start fresh with you Extracting the rusted attachments Keeping the die-hard nuts, bolts and screws We'll go from square one with the wit of an old pro And you can fill in the gaps with whatever you know My "long, dark hair" Explain Request ×
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