postcard from L.A.

Hey, it's Oscar
I just got your letter
I wasn't expecting it, it made me really happy
It's so strange, I still haven't come back, but I feel closer to you
It's funny how strangers
Can become lovers in just a week or two
Summer's here now in Paris and
I guess it's almost impossible to breath
In this little apartment
The kind you can afford
When you're a student
Summer's here and I'm not
But at least you got a new keychain hanging on your wall
You wanna know how I feel
And I'll be honest with you
Cause I've always been
Well
It sometimes feels like I'm drowning
In a pool I drew for myself
I'm swimming in circles but
There's no way to escape
There's people around me, here
But no one really seem to care
It's not like they could have helped, anyway
I always loved being alone, but home always felt close
Friends, family, you
It's not about the place
It's about who
I could have told you about LA
Palm trees and and sunny days
But I know it's not what you meant
When you wrote (me)
is everything ok?
I miss you, and now that I'm writing this
Even tomorrow feels too far away
But guess what
I might just be back for your birthday

Take care,
Oscar