Bad Chinese Food With Andrea

We polished life's little treasures underneath the cranky red dragon Fried noodles crispy and curled like our tongues when the world was a mix tape of our perfect songs We sat on green vinyl for hours with clear soup and it's scallions grown cold While mulling our thoughts and perfecting our dreams Though but a memory, quite real it still seems... We made mental notes of sweet air and the spice of our food set afire You still mean to me what you did in our youth amidst all the lies, sifting through to the truth We left arm in arm in the rain and nodded a bow to the Koi My friend, will you meet me, it will do us much good to rehash all our thoughts over bad Chinese food...