my only swerving

of heat, of missing, of work

eat good food while stoned, run forever while stoned

my dad is watching american pie 2 on my couch at 9 in the morning

basking in the glory of a successful night, death cab tickets, my mets water jug, sunshine, that your sweatshirt hasn’t lost your scent yet, and knowing i’m off tomorrow

oh, vacation from reality, i wish with all of my heart you didn’t have to end so soon.

can’t just be with anyone else the way i’ve grown to be with you, that’s for certain.