Leaves Of An Oolong

In all the sweet little dumb ways I’m

Alright, I’m more than alright, I’m

In love with how my hands feel

Running through my hair

With standing out front laughing

To myself, waiting 

For the door to open

Waiting to move on

And I miss touching 

People but you gave me a 

Tiny heart sticker

Before you went home to sleep and

I left it on my arm all day

And every time I looked at it I

Was reminded that you cared

And it made up for 

The fact that I can’t hug

You as much as I used to

Or see you smile

In all the sweet little dumb ways I’m

Alright, really I am, I’m

In love with the music on the radio and

The music in my head

I sit on the floor and talk 

Shit about strangers

Just a little tired of getting 

Treated like a doormat

But all the other stuff is good

Ceramic teapots and sunbeams

Anchored into reality by the clock

All this soulful purity steeping

Into my bones

Staining them golden like the

Leaves of an oolong