Do you remember the smell of the rain, on asphalt, petriclor with petrol?

The perfect shade of amber on a traffic light, and the random, seatbelted flight

You laughed at the mistake of the street sign, the one that pointed nowhere

An absolute moment, uncalculated, suspended in the air

And you used to speak of time like it was liquid

Something we could dip our hands into

Something we could actually drink

Maybe I miss the beautiful wrongness of it all

I miss the days when the world hadn't been smoothed out

When the chaos just ..aligned

It wasn't just me was it? It wasn't just lust. The accidental brushes, the unexpected detours

And we used to speak of time like it was liquid

Something we could drink

Oh I don't miss the ugly boredom of it all

But I miss the days when I hadn't been all straightened out

When love was just for the living

And you used to speak of time like it was liquid

Something we could dip our hands into

Something we could actually drink.