I keep spinning

I've been wanting to talk to you,
but I can't figure out what to say.
Because now it's 1pm on September 1st
and I'm spinning around in the black dress
you bought me for my birthday.
And I'm spinning so fast,
looking down.
I'm so dizzy and I can't stop laughing,
waiting for my eyes to focus.
And when they do, 
you're not there.
So I keep spinning.
I keep spinning.
Because now it's night time in this city
and I'm up sitting crossed legged on my perfectly made bed
and I'm tapping my fingers on my thighs
to the beat of all of the songs we used to sing.
Because now it's me driving across that bridge
to sit in my dad's garage
the same way we did when we were younger,
laughing into the night
at the same time as the singing crickets.
Because now it's 11:11,
I make a wish
and it's you.
I've been wanting to talk to you,
but I can't figure out what to say.
He says:
"Tell me. Tell me what you think you'd say."
I laugh while pulling a lighter
out of my jeans pocket 
and whisper,
"I'd say:
Hey.
It's me.
And it's always been you."

m.f. // I keep spinning