Peaches - Delicate Steve
Delicate Steve
Cowboy Stories (2017)
I've always wanted heat on my palm, held upright and cupping the sun with the window cranked down. Half asleep in the backseat, I love all of you. It's painful, thinking of your faces glowy with sweat in the light of purple dusk. Asking what that sound is. A long ways out and driving towards the dark.
Sometimes I still catch it, little shivers of being that kind of young. When we pass around a song that feels yanked from memory (this isn’t trite, it’s just true) I call you to mind however many miles away, dancing in your too-new apartment. A murmur on a sunset highway. A bleating of shouts colliding at the kitchen table. Walking home after work, I could hear the happy yell of your voices from halfway down the street.