JUNE 2019

June 2019

Since you've been running my mind

I kept it hidden in lines

In music I hope that you liked

Tracing figure eights on my spine, you got my back for infinity

Hey

I'll spare you every second of my day

Gimme a holler, I'll be on the way

Globetrot to places we were raised

Watching some of Casablanca real late

You're smiling while taking a snooze

I carried you up to the room

My childhood steps are creaky and chipped

Promise I won't ever slip

Fuck

I want this forever, so let me admit