I quite like how these jeans
Look hanging
’round your knees
And I love your dirty sneakers
When you kick them
off your feet
I’d really like tofi nd
The place
between your eyes
Where I kiss you on the forehead
And make you smile
every time
I’m struggling to place
My favorite
freckled space
Between your hair,
hung
like a telephone wire
Swinging
’cross your face
And right now you’re inside
My favorite studio
on Vinе
Complaining
’bout a violin’s
Misrepresentеd whine
And I can’t wait to take you home
Where I can have you
all alone
And overanalyze each part of you
I’ve written
in my phone
See,
I’ve started taking down
All of my favorite
little sounds
That waltz around you
in 3 quarter notes
With each word you pronounce
It kills me that you’ll leave
Off in a jet
over the sea
But I hope the air in California
Will forever
taste of me.