I wake up on sunday
Go for a drive and listen to an album you like
I pretend im you—train my ears to hear the chords for the first tijme—I adopt your spirit
For the runtime
And a little bit after
Every week of this year rolls on
January splices July—
In every moment alone—im blessed with a lot—
You vanguard my desire
I ponder you in 88 different ways
My honesty in spirit withstands the test of time
Love unwinds time and space—
In two or six or thirteen months from now—
—if I think of you enough—
Ill hand god a ticket made of my resolve
Hope for a heartfelt voucher in return.
