Honeywell

Listened to the band that I hate the most
And if you ask me one more time why I can’t stand Historic Cemetery, it’s because it reminds me of the worst times in our lives
This is the worst time in my life

I can’t eat without feeling my teeth grind against the meat
And my mother always said never cry for a man more than a day
Hour 24 is closely approaching and I still feel like tipping over
I’m full of the sadness that inhabits these crevices
And my body is cold even though the heater I bought for us is five feet away
It’s not on
It won’t be on until you tell me to turn it on
I said that two days ago
And we met two years ago
In the dead of winter
Where the snow fell on your long hair and your lips felt like ice chips on my hot body
We climbed over fences to find something new to do
And we made love in public spots
And I told you I’ll turn it on when you tell me
But, you’re not coming back like you said

I just hope I can still return it