middle america: i thought i could never love you, so entirely sorry.

light rays bend along the surface
heat, oh Ohio roads.

yellow lines chop at you
asleep. these arteries of interstate
we circulate, to go
home. oh, Ohio moans...

for more sense,
more dinners in small kitchens,
more friends.

and we,
Ohio's own.
a cake lover and a heavy handed drink.
we bend light,

across our surface heat.
and we,

remind our dear thing,
our adopted city,
to beat,

life out, across,
through it's streets.

oh Ohio, oh sanctuary, oh my Melanie.
time always goes on,
shaping the simple grace, that,
before we bore scars,
before history and broke hearts,
we couldn't see.