“Why can’t I fall in Love” always reminds me of Samantha Mathis
dancing in Christian Slater’s back yard, with the FCC around the corner
The entire James Laid album takes me back into your bedroom,
every song except for that one they played in the bars,
the one that sneered at how pretty you thought you were.
there is a song that Shannon sung on Nico
it still puts me on that bus to your house
when i lied and told you there was no one else:
something about bitter beans
we never remember which song of two we first danced to
that night in December, but
“How Can You Be Sure” puts me in your guilty car, when we first touched
Sigur Ros reminds of other, more intimate firsts
turn up that one.