August 2010
Things have changed so much since my trip to Portland.
I never knew a heart could hurt so much, but be filled with so much joy.
I never knew that you could go through so much shit, so much just pure and unadulterated shit and still have joy.
This growing up thing is strange, isn’t it?
You were the best thing summer gave me
better than silence and no school
no curfew and no rules
I was the last thing you expected
to become part of your life
to become part of your life
so sing this song on the drive home baby
the drive home baby
I will sing along from another country
another country and
so goes the telephone while the planes
and trains won’t let me go oh no
pause the world and I will go there
and when the pollination starts
in the springtime baby
the springtime baby
can we map out all the parks?
if I find time baby
I’ll find time baby…