Laying on the forest ground and feeling the earth breathe alongside you. You feel the grass growing around you and be roots wrapping themselves around you. It's cool on the forest floor and you're breathing in cold breaths. I'm laying beside you with my eyes closed. You look up and see the tall trees swaying slowly in synch. The sky is blue, bluer than anything you've ever seen. The clouds look fake, they look painted onto the sky. The sun is creeping down slowly and the air gets colder and colder. The hair on your legs stand up and a shiver goes through your body. You sit up, breaking the hold the forest held on you. You nudge me, pointing towards the bag. I peak one eye open at you and slowly move the bag over. You pull out a big thick blanket. You wrap it around yourself and it's so warm. It feels like a soft hug. I frown at you. You're going to get my blanket dirty. I sit up and you wrap the blanket around the both of us. My fingers tingle and my hands feel cold so I shove them under my thighs, sitting on them. We can't see the sun anymore and the trees block most of the light. Everything is tinted a dark blue. It's getting colder, we wrap the blanket around us tighter. It smells like the night during the summer. The cicada chirping seems to get louder by the second. You stand up and urge me to do the same. We wrap the blanket back up to put in the bag and begin to walk out of the trees. Our steps are so quiet, muffled by the soft grass. We exit the forest and are greeted with concrete. It seems to get a little warmer. We walk quietly back to your house. It's pitch black by the time we get there. The lights are all off and we try to creep as quietly as possible to your room.
The room feels nice. It's the perfect temperature, but I still get into warmer pajamas. My shorts are muddy on the butt from sitting on the ground and my shirt has a slight green tint from the grass. Laying in your bed is comforting. You've disappeared to somewhere else in the house so I just lay under your covers, examining your room. Everything smells exactly like you.
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That was dumb and I hated it which is why I stopped it abruptly
I miss you a lot and I seriously mean that
Can we get some commotion for the title? Kind of a waste of such a good one if you ask me. It's such a perfect lyric like it perfectly encapsulates the things my brain says. I was thinking about what "hometown lingo" I have but I don't really have any. I should start my own lingo. I want to talk like they do in Juno.
I'm going to watch ghost world on my last day of high school, it's only appropriate. If I could I would have like a viewing party with people.
I do really love you a lot. I hope you know that. I would say more but I don't want to be super gay about it.
In the field of conversing correctly
Without shaking or getting queasy
Not letting my emotions get involved
And on a side note
You stole my heart
Like I stole your hometown lingo
With steady hands and strong
You etched holes in my brain
Deep and like you
Always too out of reach
To see it clearly
You sank words into my veins
Deep and like you
Too excited to get them out fully
I know I'm bad with expectations
The ones too large for any moment but I
I can promise expectations grounded for this time around
Let's be the last to leave tonight
'Cause I need time to find the courage
To speak my mind, to speak my mind
Just hear me out, oh, just this time
