I use music as a measurement of time and distance. I can tell you how many songs a certain place is from all the times I’ve aimlessly walked there with headphones in. My job is roughly 5 songs away from home.
I showed you Frank Ocean one night, American Wedding, in the midst of our late night conversations where we tried to distract ourselves from our seemingly unresolvable conflict.
You told me it was okay but it couldn’t touch the classic it sampled and creatively covered.
And this is less about me boasting about that dude that wasn’t well known now being one of the modern faces of r&b and you being wrong about him
less about how I think of you anytime Hotel California plays
and more of
I don’t have enough music in my library to measure the time and distance you and I currently stand now
from the time we used to talk