three stories
a glass house
deep down malibu
stairs of cherry wood
the attitude, the last drop of alcohol
so vulnerable, i frolic in memories like these
under the apple tree
before values killed me, before i cared for anything
a drop of silence, never asked for
the leaves fall, the clear, your curls, your maltese
i never felt more at ease
just looking for emotional release
the year, your fears
vodka under the stars
lights forever dim
never tears as we always knew hours were slim
just him, us
every limb
but i never miss
as it was just this