(I won’t be one of those silly girls who tries to hide names. Not here. Not for this.)
I was listening to the Mountain Goats today
and all I can think about is watching cartoons with you
In a time where things were so different
I could find you, I’m sure
but it’s better remembering where we were
three years ago. Or was it more?
Running across the campinile
Did you make it?
I called you a hammer, a wrench, a screw
I called you an enigma
different than anyone else ever before
You still are
wherever you are.