I Chose You by Grace Potter & The Nocturnals

dis-favor

i wear a pink
helmet

like

a

milk-y-cookie
mustache  (and veil) over my

heart. /
i see you,

continents away, shaking earth

and
falling violently in love

with
girls who are
not me

and

i recall (with impunity) all
the

good morning sunshine's
you gave me:

backwards. / it is

all a game.