Sarah Springtime by Matthew Milia

Our sacred neighborhoods
Now only nominally exist
Your dad's looking for work on Craigslist

So drink red wine with me
At the deserted megachurch
We'll play the broken rec room Sega like it's research

For the way things used to be
And our first taste of sin
One sweep of your breath
Pumps my adrenaline

Sarah Springtime
Is there a thing I'm
Qualified to say?
You mollified the way
That this life feels so ancient
But patient is the nascent little star
And so we are
Adjacent to the Sarah Springtime

Your one-dimensional boyfriend
Who's gotten kind of mean
Your mind's half hot lava
And half Dexedrine

Just four years ago
You grieved the four years before that
Four years from today you'll say
That you wish knew where it was at, that

Sarah Springtime
Is there a thing I'm
Qualified to say?
You mollified the way
That this life feels so dated
You know that I waited
In my prime
But now I'm
Slated for the Sarah Springtime

Sarah Springtime
Is there a thing I'm
Qualified to do?
It all relied on you
I still taste the lilacs
Even when the sky blacks out the blue
And I do
Still believe in Sarah Springtime

Appears on Enter the Kingdom