Bulb, For Later

Have you ever walked into a room
To feel the feel of someone you used to know?
Someone old, someplace new
I come home with six cold keys
From a closed Hilo jail;
Six cold keys the size of forearm bones
We plant three bulbs for later
When it's later we pull one
It's a hot day, it's a hot day, it's a hot day
And we are so amazed how slow it is to wilt
I wear my crush just like a plaid on a vest
That I never take off not even when it's hot
There are some days
That leave the taste of an orchard
So I bake them into something sweet