because you didn't, I did

For today's lockdown activity, I wrote an alt-country song. The lyrics to one, anyway. 

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I'm staring at the white space bottom left of my last blue

But there's no three dots, no grey bubble transmission coming through

And the basket with your boxers doesn't have as much to say

As the snapshots that you strung above the pillows where we played


And the tie dye that you twisted stained a lot more than my shirt

Like checkered shoes, pacific eyes, like blackouts soft and blurred

I've been waiting for so long to hear the song I thought I earned

But it seems there's none forthcoming, so this is what I've learned


All the things you love

And all the things you hate

Stay bottled up until it's bottoms up

And then it's much too late


And you can buy more keyboards

And you can remix lies

But what's the point of keeping up

A songwriter's disguise?


You packed up all your baggies, took your Herschels and my heart

Found a forest cold and clean where you can make a brand new start

And someday maybe sunshine and my love will bring you back

Until then here's to finding and then writing a new track


Cuz all the things you love

And all the things you hate

Stay bottled up until it's bottoms up

And you can't think or see straight


And you can stitch new patches

On pants you've long outgrown

But you're much too good a tailor

To tear up what's been sewn