Dear Sissy
Dear sissy,
Do you remember that time when we had that tire rope swing in our grandparents backyard?
Where every time we got on it, or in it, we had traces of black dust covering our hands and knees
Like every time we played we were marked by the residue of innocence
Our grandmother getting mad that we were so filthy
But either way we still swung free as the breeze.
Especially you
See I always wanted to go slow
Cause you always wanted to go fast
And see you always wanted me to push you
And I always did
But now see
Things have changed
re-arranged themselves
Like when you say you’re lonely and afraid
But I had always been the one was afraid
To go fast
Because I never liked to play
That rough
And now its hard
Because we’re passed the age
Where we can play dirty
And all I want
Is for that stain to be smeared
Over my body
I want to be baptized in brake pad dust
So I can tell you that I love you
And that i'm still here if you need that extra push
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