Windbreaker

Buttoning unbuttoning your dress for the evening

I’ll try hard to notice every clue that you’re leaving

The most sober person on the last train home

One of 300 people to have called this flat your own

The dream of endless storage and the curse of memory

There’s no conceivable economy to meet my needs

Keep from ruining myself so methodically

I can hear it’s stormy Cassie come I’ll zip you up in my windbreeaakerrrrr

Can’t believe you travelled so long just for tonight

These efforts don’t mean anything, well they mean what we decide

These conversations halt for each passing train

Can’t hear in the rain anyway just hear the patter against my windbreakerrrrr

Weatherbeaten

Where we’re going none of this really matters and that matters to me

Look at who we are look at who we are it doesn’t feel like anything

Back in the imagined adolescence that we shared before

If we knew it all would we worry less or worry more?