Soft Earth
I stare at the sun with my eyes closed
And imagine the way the soft earth
In your backyard used to feel in between my toes
It’s something that I’m never getting back

But as long as it’s November, let’s bury our bodies in cotton
It’s been three weeks in counting
I’ve been coughing up something
And I’ll let you know just what’s been buried at the bottom of these lungs
If I ever get that far

We never made it to the bridge this summer
We all got caught up somewhere along the way
But we still sit by the swings and talk about how boring
Our lives have become
Sometimes it’s all the keeps me going

We didn’t even get sunburned once this summer
If you can even call it that