I rode my bike home after dawn
and the sunrise felt abrasive
like after a middle school dance when they turn those gym lights on gross
under bridges, over cracks
it was hard to keep peddling when all i want to do is peddle back
Say woah yeah
We drove east down to the sea
and one of them tall white wooden life guard chairs and a borrowed adidas track jacket and the moon like a swollen tangerine
six months ago almost to the day
and i just got to of one of the points in my life where it was weird to think how much was different
and also to think how much was exactly, exactly the same
On the trip back
I remember saying to myself our town looks cute
and then instantly thinking
Say our town
our town
Say our town
our town