Big sky
Bigger than her blue jeans
Arches and doorways
See you through the pinhole
Still wide open
Body like a statue
Field of flowers
Pick me a pink rose
Reading Joan Didion on the couch at my friend's house
Drinking earl gray vanilla tea, add water endlessly
Pick at mud on the hem of my pants with your fingertips
Spider legs on the floor, we're draped in sediment
Gray clouds, stuck inside
Sweet and simple, pink in the middle
Those eyes, what's behind
Laid out on the grass above the city skyline
There's a tent in a field I go there to feel
Hold a small animal, let it go as it pleases
Glacial pace when I look at your face
See the words on the page
Write it down to believe it
Believe it
Believe it
Reading Joan Didion on the couch at my friend's house
Drinking earl gray vanilla tea, add water endlessly
Pick at mud on the hem of my pants with your fingertips
Spider legs on the floor, we're draped in sediment
