from around this time last year

IF I SLEEP ONE THOUSAND YEARS, WHEN I WAKE THE DOG WILL STILL BE DEAD IN MY TRUNK

It's like we're talking from opposite banks of a river

the sounds carried across the water

from my phone to yours

praying for some water under our bridge for so long

I can't hear you so good from over here

forgot that part maybe

that everything sounds sad when it's ringing

one thousand words for beautiful and I want to know them all. 

and none of them too,

it's all I think anyway

when I look at the green

after the sun has gone and before the stars have come

without Florida bleaching herself vulgar

and again I feel simple

when I mention the song of the cicadas and the wind through the palms

hush hush hush

distant thunder

sweet sweet sweet

come the sounds of summer

they just reached the fertile soil

my roots, they just reached the fertile soil

and now i can smell the honeysuckle blossoms all the time. 

at night, so strong, trapped inside of the bayou air

and carried along my dear tampa bay

and in the morning too

when I drive barefoot to the pusher

and scream the whole way home. 

and i didn’t forget you

i don’t think

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