i remember when you said this song wasn’t beautiful, it was a sunny day in the attic, there was a tarp over the skylight, giving everything an unsettling green hue. you mimicked the vocalist in a whiny voice with a sour face. i bowed my head and agreed, i shriveled my neck and agreed, and even though the song made me feel like i was looking up into the infinite sky with a complacent, teary-eyed smile, i had bowed my head and i had agreed.
that was 3 years ago, I’m doing laundry to this song today, there’s a skylight in this room too, only there’s no tarp over it, i can see scattered clouds through its aged glass - and theres a light chill from the wind coming through it’s seams.
i wonder if you’d like the song now, if your parody was a display for some other frustration. i wonder if i’d be able to tell you how this song makes me feel now, and if my neck would have less wrinkles if that had always been the case.
i get up to close the skylight, the wind is getting stronger and the clouds are gathering. somehow i miss you.
artist: louis cole