Cross-legged, like a child
I listened.
Words filled me like wonder.
Carefully capturing every possible
underlying meaning to phrases
not written for me.
I think the first song said it best;
you haven't found them yet.
Everything that followed
only echoed letdowns,
alluding stepping stone status.
II.
Track four.
Way to ruin one of my favourite songs.
And almost John Mayer too.
III.
It should have ended
before it even started.
We'll never be each other's
Butch Walker.
Take your own tomorrow.
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