I Get My Kicks for You - June Of 44

We write songs like letters

I’ve saved shining scars

I’ve saved your drawings of moons and space-ships and stars

It’s time to try out health

I’m gonna try and be okay for you

Now there’s no providence

Or a rainy Arabic wine

Floating tense in Paris

Insomnia and dreams

Down filled pillows

No constants

Numbers 13, 11‚ 407

You can accept celestial facts about short attention spans

Or swallow potential heart attacks

I’ll still open your letters

And sing your songs

It’s confusing to wake up

Cliché

And go to sleep alone

I want to hear your voice

Even if it’s only through the phone

This thing between us is scientific

But I’d like to practice it to get it straight

I’ll talk to you soon

Like a wisdom tooth extraction

Oh‚ you know it had to happen