It Doesn't Mean Much

I couldn't reach you

under a dying orange sky

ochre and rust and fire and gone

When I saw your laughter, her hair in your hands

I remembered one summer night with $40 bucks on loan 

jamming the jukebox and drinking

they say, you shouldn't drink alone

But it doesn't mean much anymore

anything you said

you won't find me 

under a dying orange sky

beneath untouchable stars alone

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Just Something He Said

We were talking about unbearable fame

we were talking about musicians

He asked me, how do you sing?

You open your mouth and let your heart out. 

He smiled at me.