[love theme]
how boring it is when you are speaking to others
if only i had a way to hold you 
if only you could make me feel fantastic

i got lost in your humble t-shirts 
if only i had a way to pick them up
and knit a massive rug

popular songs are playing on the radio
and i don’t care, i keep 
trying to find a signal

you keep pretending you are mature
and i hide so many things from you
i counted so many feelings
mixed, like the ice cream you eat
i would like to believe you but i can’t 
whatever you say
            

listen

to have a person that you just want to talk to so badly, you feel sad when they dare talk to others. and to know, it will be better when we are speaking.

the ultimate “pick yourself up girl” song, but then again when have i personally ever picked myself up? who would i be if not the person that painstakingly searches through analog static for maybe a snippet of the song i want.

when i was little i used to think you had to be of a certain age to even eat cocktail ice cream. it looked like this, very greek depiction of an english word. it turns out that my parents just liked it, and there was no rule saying that you have to be big to eat this.