Little Gaps - Velveteen

We spoke of Paris at the park

That was there for us just as long as it’s not getting dark

You said you’re jealous of your mom

And that she once was all that you would not ever become

I loved your silence on the spot

As we looked as kids on behalf of something that they’re not

You said your sorry for your stash as we moved on

Down at the park I was so goddamned ready

To fill the gaps that I reopened years before

You’ll be more than alone

And the better parts are only yet to come

And the wind whistled on and messed up your hair

As you just smiled along