I think I’ve always been the selfish one,
Trying to put people in straight lines,
Just to hold on for a little bit longer.
Whether it was the first boy
Who made home in my ribcage
With his crooked words or his lopsided grin
Or my bestfriend who is a
little bit of sunshine and a little bit of sin.
I think I try a bit too hard
To stretch memories like a canvas.
Even if I know seasons are temporary
And nothing ever lasts for an eternity.
But you see,
it’s essential to rewind the tapes,
How else am I going to remember-
That you wore a silver chain.
Or you like your hair straight
And you love your family.
I think I need to remind myself,
Of old times a little bit and a lot.
Because I don’t know any other way
To get through life.