I wear your T shirt to bed
and im you as I dream
Grass stains on my knees
Like im a part of the team
Holding onto things that arent there
Vice like grip; My hands stripped bare
Light pollution hides the stars. Like doing life behind bars.
Like the calm before the storm, you were warned.
Tire tracks on the front lawn. From the night before.
These crop circles in Swarthmore.
I want a house on James St.
and a swingset with a water view.
