when we're caught on a record that's broken
and i'm drawing on your freckled shoulders
connecting the dots
one by one
in my memory
your neck smells like
the songs we used to listen to
a reminder of everything i'd missed of you
i'm frozen in thoughts
two years ago
it's way too easy to forget anything bad
and i'm way too foolish
to have ever had
you
at all
you are
but only a memory
i was just drawing on your freckled shoulders
connecting the dots one by one
in my memory