california here we come

There are some things that remain as beautiful. Like the spot on your coat. Like the way you ignore all of us until you are very, very drunk. Like how it feels right and legitimate to be under the roofing of your house eating stale chips and making dry jokes and excusing no bad behavior no more. How you make us feel awfully uncomfortable for an awful two hours until you're okay and swinging with everybody else after wine. You've forgotten your deep woes. You're finally connected.

It feels cool in the body when we can sense that you're cool with everybody else. All I ever wished for was for you to be relaxed and at home. After all, isn't this home? I can somewhat get the fact that you hate it all and that nothing feels real really. I'm with you on that. I feel like you belong some place else.