When I woke up next to you,
Your strawberry-blonde hair smelled of the time that
I picked the dandelions in the overgrown field behind my house
Unaware that they were weeds.
I brought them home, put them in a glass
Waited for my mother to see them
Puffs of flowers flying into the wind
Something died that day
A mess of expectation and innocence
I tried to gather the dandelions up
Instead I opened the door to the porch
Swept them into a pile and watched as
They slipped through the wooden slats into
The darkness below
This song is a life-changing one for me. I remember the first time I heard it. I had a birthday party my senior year of high school and one of my presents was a mix CD from my friend, Alyssa. This song was on there. The energy in it was unlike anything I had heard at the time. The drums pounded into my head and the voice of Dave Elkins just captivated me from the beginning.
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