Magical Thinking

summer 2011 there was nothing on my walls it looked like a prison on skype you said baby i miss you so much and your mother gave me money for a flight holding a funnel cake on the fourth of july you had a large lemonade montgomery gentry asked if we’d die for our country and it seemed like a reasonable trade it seemed like a reasonable trade you were the one said it, it was never gonna last You figured that I’d see it the same I was in my vw with the top down greeting the end of all my days Six foot three A scholarship for pitching relief You said he found things in you I’d had to yet to see