Isabelle

14

Lose the Gasoline, All You Need is Me

On our twenty-third date,
you took me to a graveyard.

Way down south,
‘round the orange trees,
left the honey bees,
take the second right for the sunlight.

As we sang,
you told me
about your mother.

She’s the lover you left, in the ground.

So we danced,
I told you
about the father of my brother.

He was never one to cover, when it came to heat.

You said, “We need
a place,
where we can bury the hurt.
‘Cause the thing is,
it’s already summer.”

You were someone, true to word, honest maybe.

I said, “We need
a love,
that can rest the war.
‘Cause I don’t want to die,
anymore.”

I am a girl, who wants too much, things that aren’t to be.

'Cause the thing is,
it’s already august 17
and you didn’t love me enough,
to grant me everything.