Photo: Jessie Vesay

Blue, 1999

An Ode to maybe

lead in night at the laundry mat and i'm staring at you pulling clothes from a dryer and i'm wondering how i got here but it seems some how i keep getting stuck in the mire i needed this more than you i knew and i let you down and i said i'm sorry but the light that falls on my castle walls and my basketballs pelt me with bricks in my dreams tonight oh, maybe what you need i hope it finds you oh, i might i might be well, maybe maybe someday you'll get it right if i could bottle my hopes in a store bought scent they’d be nutmeg peach and they’d pay the rent and i’d ride a horse, and i’d teach a course on how i got to be a star crossed pimp tonight oh, maybe what you need i hope it finds you oh, i might i might be well, maybe maybe someday you'll get it right

 
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