remember that night, years ago?
it was summer, it felt like summer
it must have been
because we cycled home and stopped in the park on the way back
and we’d been sipping from the flask for hours at the show
and we were right there, we could have touched the lead singer’s shoes
and i’d never heard someone belt everything they had into a microphone before
but god, it made me feel alive
and though you are now there and i am now here
and that’s a good thing
it kinda blows too
because you’re my person
and it feels a bit wrong that i can’t just call you and say:
fill up the flask girly, we’re going to a gig
you know?
yeah. you know.
