set me down in a field of yellow flowers
let me soak in some sunlight

a white tiled entryway and i am cascading down
teal blue accents in the room
gingham curtains, tied back with yarn

my gramma called
said she has an old suitcase, maybe I want it
yes, old plaid, itchy tweed
i'll take you home with me

driving around with the window down
fresh breeze
melancholy breeze
i will contemplate you
i will contemplate you

i miss you today

sweet guitar slides like butter over my senses
carries me back in time
when i could afford to buy new clothes like they were candy
self-centred, young, open-ended days

days that turned into long nights
up alone in my apartment, with the tv on for background
frantically cutting pages from magazines
pages with colours that hooked my eye
reeled me in, coughing, sputtering
drunk on life

squeaky wooden floors from my childhood
hardware, chocolate bars
sweet wildflowers in the ditch
leafy trees, gasoline, orange crush
barbeques, tin foil, dandelions, four leaf clovers
tie me up in you