Nonsense to you
Do you think I had forgotten about you?
You carried me home when I drank too much.
Hoisted me over your shoulder, drowning delicately in laughter.
It was late but we didn’t care, we’d laugh some more in the bathroom as you pried open my mouth for kisses and toothpaste.
Dropping me on to the bed, sliding off my jeans. Kissing up my thighs with nothing but innocence, touch so soft I wouldn’t have felt it if I hadn’t seen it.
Blue eyes gazing over me, as if I were the tallest sunflower in the field. With a smile so bright I winced at the light.
Covering my face to hide the blush, I think this is what they meant when they talk about young love.
Wiped the tears off my face, licking the salty liquid up.
I crawled through the clouds for you, I knew you’d save me from myself until you didn’t.
Would we live on the hill or in the port?
Kysste dig med ditt modersmål.
Cigarettes burning at both ends, scarring my fingers when I caught the ash.
Taking my hand through the crowded train, pinned me up against the wall on the tube.
The bus route will never make me feel the same, cursed with a sugary sentimental heart.
Swiftly listened to seven and made you your juice, but it wouldn’t feel the same as 05 because how could it not be all about you?
Crossed my heart with a pinky promise. Blowing my high into your mouth, swallowing another pill.
Heavy was the bear in my body.
You took 75 from me and it will always sting when I skip.
Oh, what I’d do, to drown with you, again.
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