of course,

ofcourse, ofcourse.

of course it would snow my first day back.

the gloomy clouds of the rainy city

decide my every move.

curled up in a blanket 

waiting for the bags to unpack themselves

ships engraved in ceramic cups

and the first cup of coffee of what 

seems to be the first of many long nights.

and i'm stretching my legs 

hoping that the gods will bless my right hand

and i'm closing my eyes 

hoping that my love will bring me a coaster 

so i don't get those irritating circular stains on my desk from the bottom of my coffee cup.

so tell me,

how am i supposed to get her back?

because all i want is to be able to hold her again.

and it's snowing.

and i will always think of you.

listen:

old crow medicine show- hard to love

brand new- degausser