“I don’t need a better thing,
I’d settle for less.”

Indian Summer
by me

They say never start with the weather
in writing, conversations, in saying
but when my eyes opened today
all I could see was heat,
as if Summer overstayed its welcome,
clinging to the windows, to the walls,
to any chance of staying around.

Perhaps the sun can’t bear to leave you either,
parked just outside,
brake pulled tight, hugging the curb,
lingering just outside your door,
wishing you’d invite her to stay.

Lose You (live) :: Pete Yorn

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