i’ll tumbl 4 u

• mixtape

  i have arms all along my tracks
  the tissue that runs through magnetic strips
  they don’t even call them tapes anymore
  the bouncing lights that let us know
  if things are gonna be alright
  if what we were really trying to say
  would come across
  the sounds that escape the atmosphere
  and penetrate the night
  the words that escape our lips
  and write themselves in magic marker

  there were lists that we made
  and never wrote down
  there were songs that will never mean anything else
  than what they meant
  when we heard them
  in a car
  in a field
  in a time we never imagined would pass
  until it did

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