god bless the daylight, the sugary smell of
springtime

remembering when you were mine

in a still suburban town

when every thursday i'd break those mountain
passes

and you'd skip your early classes

and we'd learn how our bodies worked.

god damn the black night with all it's foul
temptation

i become what i always hated

when i was with you then

we looked like giants in the back of my grey
subcompact

fumbling to make contact

as the others slept inside

and together there

in a shroud of frost, the mountain air

began to pass from every pane of weathered glass

and i held you closer than anyone would ever get

do you remember the JAMC?

and reading aloud from magazines

i don't know about you but i swear on my name
they could smell it on me

i've never been too good with secrets.

no…

and together there

in a shroud of frost and mountain air

began to pass through every pane of weathered
glass

and i held you closer…