Sunday, sunday, sunday.

Did your laundry at my house,
with my mom.

Showed you my coin collection,
which I'm really proud of,

Played your new amp,
and my old drums,
with my rusty arms.
I guess we played Minor Threat,
and you were singing along,
even though I didn't hear it.

Geez, if only
you knew
how much I adore you,
so genuinely,
that I want to give you
a coin I inherited from
a grandfather I never met,
so I can watch you roll it
down your fingers,
because I think it's
borderline magical.