Carnival

I remember you used to like resting your head on the FX’s window

You said the window lock against your head felt like massages as the FX drove on.

I remember you used to look up the male model poster in the department store

You asked me if I thought he was better-looking than you.

I thought you had the lamest excuses for your actions,

But I still think you’re interesting.

I thought you had the typical bipolar disorder in a guy,

But I still think you’re sweet.

I may already have forgotten what it feels like,

Take me for a ride.