Song for Ben Songtext
von Matthew Milia

Coffee in the afternoon
Coffee in the evening
Temperature was opportune
You can smell the day′s heat leaving

People getting famous
And they jet them to a distant planet
All that remains nameless
Can never be taken for granted


You kiss her and she tastes like gin
She tastes like pine needles
When you kiss she tastes whiskey
But these things don't impede wills

The car window is whistling
Your fingers smell like lighter fluid
The heater′s on and hissing
And the equilibrium is humid

Late June and the tents are strewn
All across some lakeshore
All your friends and dividends
They impugn any ache, you're


Breathing in the color
And exhale black and white smoke duller
But beautiful to see
You're just young as you′ll ever be