And it’s the moment you realize you are actually living.
It’s strangers that know you instantly,
Because they caught the slight crease in your forehead
When reading the morning news.
Its hands and scenes I wish she didn’t know.
It’s the one chorus playing on my radio
Down the highway, passing graffiti trains and long grown weeds.
It’s the smell of ginger and kisses on lips that bring back the past
That teach me to smile because of where I am.