Dear Sissy

Dear sissy, Do you remember that time when we had that tire rope swing in our grandparents backyard? Where every time we got on it, or in it, we had traces of black dust covering our hands and knees Like every time we played we were marked by the residue of innocence Our grandmother getting mad that we were so filthy But either way we still swung free as the breeze. Especially you See I always wanted to go slow Cause you always wanted to go fast And see you always wanted me to push you And I always did But now see Things have changed re-arranged themselves Like when you say you’re lonely and afraid But I had always been the one was afraid To go fast Because I never liked to play That rough And now its hard Because we’re passed the age Where we can play dirty And all I want Is for that stain to be smeared Over my body I want to be baptized in brake pad dust So I can tell you that I love you And that i'm still here if you need that extra push