listening to The 1975

This is for the days that are 64-mile marathons

when your words get lost on the way out

songs that go down the wrong windpipe

and oxygen is only outside of you.

God put a scent on everyone, like a label that knows how to love

and his is all over my room.

And these days are one hour long, but these years are infinite.

This is for the girls who held onto a piece of someone else last night,

covered it in their own scent

which they can't smell anyway.

I've been listening to the art on the wall all morning whisper something about tomorrow.

2 years from tomorrow.

Today.

And you said goodbye before your lips were ready to leave the front porch

and they said high school doesn't matter

but you were all my high school

and you all matter.

Canada is only a place they tell you not to waste your money on.

Tomorrow is only a day I can't describe to you.

And I'd be lying if I said 

I didn't want it 

to be easy.