it’s been five years coming and one thing i can attest is the simple songs of hope i wrote have always been my best
it’s been five years coming i can say i always knew i had sixty months of stale air shoot through my lungs when i fell in bed with you
(my fingers) trace your back’s outline (no tattoos) just clean skin on which i can write (thick letters) an x you don’t have to sign (if you’ve got one more year) i will be yours my dear. i would be yours my dear.
it’s been five years coming just a-ticking to the day you would corner me in kitchens mumble words i thought you’d say for five years coming so fuck no, i won’t resist we lay quietly, an artifact, observable now that we’re chest to chest
(my fingers) trace your back’s outline (no tattoos) just clean skin on which i can write (thick letters) an x you don’t have to sign (if you’ve got one more year) i will be yours my dear. i would be yours my dear.