Music used to be our thing.
We would send each other songs with unspeakable lyrics that spoke for us.
We shared the common emotion and sadness that accompanied these songs, and in that way
We had a piece of each other.
We made each other mixtapes
Attended concerts of our favorite bands
Took long roadtrips with the windows rolled down jamming along to the 1975.
I remembered when I showed you that band, how I told you they were my favorite.
But a few months passed
And you wouldn’t listen to my songs anymore
My links went unclicked
My CDs unplayed.
You began listening to the 1975 forgetting that I showed you them first.
You asked me if is heard of them,
And I responded with silence.
Our late night convos eventually turned into one word replies.
I no longer sent you any songs.
It was then that I realized that the music we listened to was nothing more than a way for you to avoid the silence.
And that’s all I hear now when I listen to music.
I don’t love you I’m just passing the time
You could love me if I knew how to lie
But who could love me?
I am out of my mind
Throwing a line out to sea
To see if I can catch a dream
Omgg I need this
Baby, lemme rock you body, ride your body, kiss your favorite spot,
Tie your hands behind your back,
Feel my fingertips above your shoulders,
You like it when I drive, yeah I push the clutch,
I just want it all but no rush..
So we can make love or We can just touch….