sometimes i really want to dip my toes back into the stream of the past
my fun apartment late nights on the streets of capital of nations
and other places in my head
all the moments stretched out as far as they could
before gooping back like chewing gum
its actually a lot easier now
because im trying to remember a feeling
rather than building one anew
where i have to crawl through it and feel around the walls to figure out, where am i
this is like being back somewhere familiar
i know where all the keys on my keyboards are
but i have to start from what feels right to know
what the next letter will be
its nights like these that
make me want to fall in love again
on a walk with a stranger
on a rain-soaked street in suburban university city drinking SoBe from sobeys
i’ve been here before
and thats exactly why i need to leave
this intoxication with intoxication itself is cringeworthy
even though it’s been,
oh
so much fun
