For the Kid in the Back
It's Always Summer Somewhere
The porch light is broken and this couch is soaking wet.It's been raining since I don't know when.And now I'm sitting on the couch and I'm freezing.An empty bottle at my feet and I'm thinking about leavinglike I always do.The dog puts his nose to the window.His parents are at work and no one else is home.I reach for my phone and wonder what good it would do if Idialed your number and called youlike I always did.Now I'm measuring my time in four-year elections and cheap wine,fresh scabs on my knees and ancient cracks in the concrete.This Summer went by like a Saturday night at the baror those bonfires we tried to build in the dark.A walk home is a walk too far, so what if I asked you stay?Would it still be this way between you and me?
From Letras Mania