Drinking with my arms
with my head upon your floor
severed from my body
to greet you in the morning.

I know better than
to greet you on a screen
right when i wake up
and when i go to sleep

The mornings sing a song
drenched in heat and wine
they sing of all the roads i ride
and the way i waste my time

all my muscles hurt
and all my body aches
like a child's hands in dirt
i crave a simple place

If i was a child
looking down your shirt
resting both my hands
there upon your skirt

youth was wasted on my heart
I feel it to this day
in the way i walk
and in the way i say

close the blinds
you know how i hate the sun
the way that it shines
on the morning undone

Honey when you laugh
do you sing it loud
or does it rumble through your skin
and end up in the ground.

Now that you've spent your time
across the sea
do i ever cross your mind
do you think of me.


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