Paging you into a daydream

The rise of nationalism on a dead battery

JV squad on a weeknight league

No custom concerns or college degrees

Korean war vets and concrete parking decks

Talking through the walls and hiding in the trees

Midnight suns and humid summer evenings

Thoughts of you hung and lost on a flowing breeze

Wax paper and plastic kings

Standing fitting twisting my class ring

Smiling bright, starring fresh

Making ‘em look from the backseat

Shadowboxing the start of the day

Forgetting where you are and thinking of me

Biting into the flash and tossing your phone

Remembering who you used to be

Holding onto your wedding ring