Eliza McLamb
​elastic band
So many memories I can't recover
Existing in only a feeling
Like falling asleep in the backseat
Following turns in the road while you're dreaming

Sometimes if I think real hard it's like I'm there again
Like time is an elastic band that keeps snapping me on the back of the hand
I'm ten years old, too big to be carried in
But he carries me anyway
I think I'll stay in this moment for a while