texting Andrew
about lyrics and girls.
We've done this before,
maybe in another life,
on a hotel windowsill in Brooklyn.
The Reese's Peanut Butter Cups
are the same as well,
but his soundtrack is different and better.
And so I ask him
to dance me to the end of this daydream,
and he obliges in digital.
This silence has been said before,
I am sure of it,
just ask the island.
It's 11:02 again.
It is 11:02 again.
It's 11:02 again.