hey?
hey, something has been on my mind
lately, and it's been keeping
me up late at night
tossing, and turning.
how it started with a whiny text
turnt into something too large to be contained
through texts,
how it all just leaks into everyday stuff without any reason.
you know, i just think that
it's a little funny,
that i feel my best when i'm with you.
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hey, um ...
i took the bus for no reason today
and i think i saw you.
but i can't be sure if i actually saw you
or maybe i just wanted it to be you.
because i heard your favorite song leaks from
someone's white wired earphones, but it's not you.
because i'd be damn lying
if i said i didn't miss you at all.
you know at every replay,
it all just takes me back
to that same day,
that tuesday that we didn't even plan
that same place,
in that bus station waiting for the rain to stop
with your wet hair on my arms
drenching my favorite white t-shirt.
and i never told you,
but i really really hate it when something favorite
of mine gets dirty and damp.
yet every single time it looks like it's going to rain,
it always takes me back to that same afternoon.
hey?
can i drive you home again?
i really miss those late nights
complaining about where we're going,
how i can never hear you when you're speaking
from the backseat.
can we decide on where we'll go if it eventually happens?
or you know what, let's just grab some food
sit side by side, with nothing on our minds
because i just want you to stay right here
and say that you see me.
i'll let you choose your favorite music
talk about your favorite stories,
replay them a thousand times as if i'll ever forget them.
hey?
can i just be honest?
i took the bus for no reason again,
and i didn't think of you.
the rain just annoyed me so much,
i really hate the timing of rain, ugh.
right when i'm using my white t-shirt.
and i really really wanted to call you today,
just to brag to you that those things don't really
remind me of you anymore.
but it's dumb, no?
how i'm trying to brag that i'm over you,
when i know i'd be damn terrified
if one day i woke up drenched in sweat
forgetting the color of your eyes.
