in the springtime
sick of staying inside
it felt like the code and the numbers were eating me alive
gagging for the weekend
though every day I was sleeping in
I plastered my walls with diagrams of my mind
then we'd take the bus to
an open space where skies were blue
and we'd lie in the grass playing blockus and drinking hooch
drinking hooch
(I'll fuck my friends, fuck higher education
get depressed about miscommunications
everything was bad and everything hurt
I wished I could decompose into the dirt
with the woodlice and worms I would pick up off the pavement
crying + begging myself to stay patient
in just a few weeks term would be over
until then, get used to being mediocre)
feeling uninspired by my binge-drinking, chain-smoking nights
nobody could save me, nobody could set me right
but Frank'd come to my room
told me I could leave I'd I wanted to
and I cried with Laura in the spoons after missing my tattoo
bless the youth
I would drink
mango shakes
on the beach
as the sun kissed the sea
sand under my nails
and in the gusset of
my swimming costume
I can finally romanticise
the sunscreen, rash vests
the poolside french fries
skin, a sticky saline
reading John Green books
and fictional crime
and the nights of warm air
blowin' across the ocean
tustlin' my hair
the smoke from citronella coils
curling upwards past
the corn wrapped in tin foil
the stars in some kind of competition
with the fire dancers I was always
scared of missing
cards played by candlelight
left in a pile for the tom yum
and pineapple fried rice
I was getting ear infections every other month
in between the swimming training and the skipping lunch
had to use my time wisely, head down to the band room
didn't know shit about guitars but I could hit the drums to any tune
yeahhh let's make out in the practice room
yeahhh I love the way your fingers move
electric in your hand, plug the amp, turn it up to
seventeen, peach iced tea
I am just your drummer and you love me for it babey
you didn't mean to fuck with me
I am just your drummer wanting more than you can give me
I was just a humble trash man looking for a fix
doing homework on the bus into school, thinkin' bout your lips
how the fuck should I know what to do about you?
you were the trickiest compsci problem I ever knew
yeahhh let's make out on the rooftop
yeahhh getting hammered 'til the dropoff
took your fuckin hand, didn't plan it but the moment took me
by surprise, I wanted your thighs
what could go wrong? we just had prom and then the goodbyes
I didn't try to make you mine
for years I told myself that I had really fucked it this time
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the concept of this collection is memories/situations/times in my life that feel very strongly linked to specific beverages
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