“Stella”

The New Year was your falsehood
And I was your golden boy

You were tipsy I was turvy
We fit hand in hand

And we ran like power lines
Through suburban lands

You were my exclamation
And I was the hesitation

But we were happy with the company
Of lost and found and stolen property

I hope you're happy with the choices you made
But may I ask you this?

Do you ever think of the winter?
We left unfinished with no concluding words

You must've been drunk you weren't talking right
You were spouting nonsense left and right, and vomit on my shoes

You said happiness was your designated driver
And he only had room for him and you

Hello, my name is time!

I pointed out the window
At a sight I thought you'd like

Soil packed into the ground
To a specified location

I should know what I'm walking on
It contains a story, it contains a song