He Travels in a Suit

you’re so much taller than i thought that you would be
it’s going to be harder to push you away
while you’re getting high inside a trailer with your friends
i haven’t brought anything back for you
«send me a picture so i know that it’s you»
with so many boxes it’s hard to tell
«you kiss like my mother» with a bottle in your hand
i’m not going home with you
you like me because i don’t dress like other girls
and i’m barely repulsed by that shade of green
i told junebug to tell you that i’ll be leaving soon
i’ll see you in february
staying up too late, we’re both miserable
«my boyfriend’s at home»
i hope you find someone.