Last spring drinking coffee you brewed before I woke up, letting the crisp spring air blow into the living room, listening to your music cable thingy that was way too much for me to understand…”channel? huh? you do it, okay?”
And those Plain White T’s would come on and I would cringe, cringe, cringe…GAWD what a cheesy song, and you agreed…but that didn’t stop you from picking up the guitar and serenading me with your very own brand of Velveeta.
I’m really, really, really going to fucking miss you.