She loves the smell of a bookstore
After a heavy rain
That’s just terrific and oddly specific
And I can’t spell her middle name
We could rent skates and go halfsies
She’s got a widow’s peak
She wears sunny lines from the cracks in the blinds
And when it is my turn to speak
I freeze
She’s It and I freeze
Didn’t I, didn’t I freeze?
One day I wake up in Montreal
Stolen jewels down my shirt
There’s things you can’t check on a flight from Quebec
And the cavity searches might hurt
I am too bush-league for Interpol
Too small potates for the feds
So I’m just beat down by some local heat
With whom I find myself at loggerheads
And I freeze
They’re it and I freeze
Didn’t I, didn’t I freeze?
Freeze
You’re it and I freeze
Didn’t I, didn’t I freeze?
I was your five-year-old laptop
You were the child wonder
And I can’t wait ‘til we both lie in state
In the capitol rotunda
Freeze
You’re it and I freeze
Didn’t I, didn’t I freeze?
Copyright 2024 Zach London
