Reflection

Two sevens together
Like time, indefinite
Trying to catch the glass
befor it falls
Without a frown
Can you turn up the stereo?
I wanna play you this old song about love
Can I do that?

Did we remember to water the plants today?
I forgot to look up at the moon because
I was too busy
Looking at you babe

Still it's nice to know
That when bodies wear out
We can get another
What does that 1 thing have 2 do with the other 1?
I don't know
I was just thinking about my mother

Turn the stereo back down
Ain't nothing worse than an old worn out love song
Tell me do you like my hair this way
Remember all the way back in the day
When we would compare who's afro was the roundest

Mirrored tiles above the bed
Fishing nets and posters all over the wall
Oh yes, sometimes
Sometimes I just wanna go sit out on the stoop
And uh... play my guitar
Just watch all... all the cars go by...

I was looking through some old old emails that I saved and I thought it was funny how, in an instant, you can be shot back 5 years like a slingshot. All the emotions come welling back up. Roads not taken, choices not made, songs not played. Eh. Ain't nothin worse than an old worn out love song.