04/08/2025
14:16
I’m happy, I’m happy, I’m happy, I’m happy
But sometimes I think about when you were with me
I think of stone beaches, pale and dark features, shy eyes and shaky digits
I think of how we spoke in different tones
And how the conversations with our eyes flowed
I think I’ll think about it until I’m forty
How you were with me
Although we may be better off being free
I’ve still romanticised your absence to a certain degree
It’s easy to look back at you with those rose tinted eyes
But maybe we just weren’t right
Still I wonder, do you have my book?
You owed me at least a look
I was drunk in adolescence now I’m sober
I was making you sick with overexposure
I felt you put me into an enclosure
(We were facing foreclosure)
Now you don’t talk, and I had to make up my own closure
Talk to me
There’s only so much I can defend
You kissed me like you meant it
Now you don’t say hi in the streets
Did I leave you sad and stranded?
Is it your anxieties or are you underhanded?
There’s something about nostalgias filter
That sends me all akilter
Maybe I caused us to face premature foreclosure
I was a child myself, couldn’t keep composure
Now you don’t talk, I made up my own closure














