I am in Florida.
And I want to see your freckles.
by the sea.
I'm opening up for a ska band.
and heading south for snacks.
You always looked like.
a Few Leaves Left sounds.
in rain, maybe.
but also a text message to the.
goddamn heart.
So, I guess I will see you.
in a parking lot.
somewhere in a beach town.
with a weird anal name.
and I will be drunk and clingy.