Belle and Sebastian on Late Afternoon Mornings

I am dreaming, 
Dreaming of dirty shoes that take me beyond my front door. 
I am dreaming of the delicate gritty details lost.
Lost in the days that were lost. 

My beloved Belle and Sebastian,
You break yourselves into pieces so casually. 
Such casual living is beyond me. 
It is impossible to be honestly uncomfortable
When all I have is my bed.  

If I have nothing to regret,
I will end up regretting myself. 

I need someone to kiss. 
Someone to break my heart. 

I thought this summer I would finally know what it feels like to fall,
To fall from a cloud, 
And to land,
To land in the dirt. 

The cuffs of my silk sleeves are stained with ink 
From when I wrote today,
listening to Belle and Sebastian.