records

three

we were in your parent's basement, where your room was located.

the couch that we sat on, was soft and solid grey.

we had been there for hours, with no intention on moving.

you were blasting a band called all time low, and were singing every part.

i watched you speechlessly, before you pulled us off the couch.

we began dancing to a song called Oh, Calamity!, and you shouted over the music.

"music gives you hope, it gives you these feelings."

you twirled me around as i thought about what you said.

i thought you gave me more feelings than a song ever could.