How I don't know how to sing.
I can barely play this thing.
But you never seem to mind,
and you tell me to fuck off
when I need somebody to.
How you make me laugh so hard.
How whole years refuse to stay
where we told them to, bad dog,
locked up whining in a word,
or a misplaced souvenier.
How the past chews on your shoes,
and these memories lick my ear.

I know you might roll your eyes at this,
but I'm so glad that you exist.

How we waste our precious time
marching in the picket lines
that surround those striking hearts.
How the time is never now,
and we know who we should love,
but we're never certain how.

I know you might roll your eyes at this,
but I'm so glad that you exist.

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