Beach House

I’m home again If that’s what we’re calling it this time and I’m learning to cook
Once in a while it tastes as good as it looks but don’t you think it’s weird that sometimes when I’m finished I feel like setting the table and leaving it all behind?
I tell you I want a Beach House
As in not the band
As in an actual House
Though I’d take a bit of both if we’re talking hypotheticals
Speaking of homes we’ve got two new lives living in ours and suddenly we’re all younger for it
Our sick dog, born again and Walking the furthest and the fastest she has since the end of August
Is it a miracle or a state of mind?
When the grass tries for greener I daydream about stained concrete, permanent blemishes made by a city who could never love me back
Tonight I’m thinking about how my high school crush turned out to be a terrible person
Does it still count as dodging a bullet if I never even shoot my shot?