Banana Bread Hours

It's been a long time since I was able to get the motivation

To do something that really makes me happy

It's past my bed time

I don't care

I'm blasting sad songs

Making mix CD's like it's 2006

Tossing banana bread in the oven

And dancing in my messy kitchen

This is the person I like to be

The person that very few people have seen

The way I can sing along to songs that hurt in just the right ways

And not care that I sound terrible

I can count the people I'd let witness this monstrosity on two hands

And that's how I'd like to keep it

Because I don't want to talk about real shit with anyone else

Dance with me in my kitchen

Show me your favorite songs

I'll make cookies and tea and cocktails

And ask you to tell me about your first love

And I'll tell you about the last time I forgot I was driving and ran a red light

And the first time I slow danced

And all of the little secrets that nobody really talks about

Unless you ask

Like how I've wanted to kiss you for so damn long

But I've never bothered to ask

Because I don't want to fuck it up

Like I always do

But the banana bread is fine

It's cooling on the counter

And my heart doesn't hurt as much as it usually does

There's dish soap soaking through my shirt

And my foot hurts from kicking the cabinet trying to dance

I'll crash on the couch with some Earl Grey tea

Take my pills before bed

And be content with this moment

Because I have a goal

That you'll be on the other side of the counter someday

And you'll be happy

And I'll be happier

And I might share my banana bread

Maybe