I'm thinking of a child hood
the one that was never too useful,
misplaced kisses on my first,
not the one I would've prefered

the after taste of a memory
whispers to me,
remember me?
i loved the chase I hate pretending
things are better left
when they're unsaid
like you instead

would you ever wanna try again
take me to the motel we broke down
we could fix the walls and make it a house
its just a cloud; that stands there now
its just a bed,
its just a scent.

chewing on the meat
and on the fruits,
of neat alternatives to solitude
numericals and poli-science stole our youth,
and I remember parking lots,
smoking with chris before
a lot took his life,
but god he would like
to live again in days where I was so high,
that you didn't mind---