b/nhoj/pools

I've been putting this off for too long,
and it's sad, I'm sad, you're sad
I told you how I thought it was beautiful
how you could say you felt lonely
and not sound like her.

I could hear your records from the next room
but they've died down and so have we
let's run together in the parking lot
of last year, like we used to

we could sing together, we could paint,
we could move a couch into the field
sand a chair, or cry in chapel,
but not why everyone else is

you're different now and that's okay,
we all do it sometimes.

Don't you like it when the things we all shared together
show up when we need them most,
like that song we used to like.
It'll always be the same song,
the song that didn't roll it's eyes when you cried around it.

And you'll always be the one like he says,
“didn't have sex with that one person because you could have.”
and you'll always be the one,
whipping your hair in the drug store.
I don't like the idea of you,
I like you.