Gleemer
Cooler Pt 2
I like your hair but they’re
Pulling it out from the furniture
You left the lake on a lighter note
But I could tell you were crying home

I felt different lying on the sand
While you washed out
You pulled my foot to let the water rush
Around my chest

I like the way you wrote
But at the bottom I found the note
From all the people you hang around
And I could I tell you were laying down

I left work the week you came around
The box lay still
You pulled my letters from the kitchen drawer
You’re pressed to fill

All you ever wanted to do was prove me wrong