And I thought of you today,
in a comparative fashion.
It made me feel nostalgic;
To reflect on what must have
my tertiary period;
cause that mud was so deep
It covered your brush guard and bowtie.
And I remembered everything
Things I wish I’d forgot
Things I wish I hadn’t reframed
Eidetic pictures of
Red flags I painted over
Made into romantic pirate flags
And I wonder what he smells like
Will it remind me of you
Evolution’s early warning system
These days I naturally rest around DEFCON III
(That’s just yellow these days)
And I was just recently informed
Only 2% of women recognize that color
You men, you don’t.
You go straight from blue to red
How fast depends on the green
Green like the quarter panel of your truck
With the slider I floated in and out of
Just to get you a Miller
Goat trails and water bars, right?
And I guess innocence was bliss
But this one surpasses those credentials
This one has photographic evidence
Proof that he was there
In fact, he’s already here
In ways you never could be
Not a bootleg version
Some recording you picked up or
trucks that you wrecked
like stories you retold
And I just don’t swallow anymore.