hug aches

wading through
warm canals and pools clear blue
Tuscarawas flow into
the great lake

riding
back where the highway met dead tracks
ground and now cement and glass
so far away

heal her soul
and carry her my angel
ohio

green green green
what about the sweetness we knew
what about what's good, what's true
from those days

can't count
to all the lovers i've burned through
so why do i still burn for you
i can't say

s'about as perfect as it gets. i miss the sound of the phone ringing when i shed a tear.

Currently listening: Ghosts of the Great Highway By Sun Kil Moon

Labels: mike

posted by Courtney at 12:42 p.m.

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