o i can’t drive and talk swerving through the rocks like shrapnel of some party that you won’t go to anymore.
you’re not the type to pause for breath sin, time or yawning death though i suspect you love the suburbs for conquering all four
your sunglasses on as tide touches sun pass me a grape my mind is changing shape
where do i end do you start where you are? here we are where you end do i start? where do i end do you start where you are? here we are oh my friend here we are.
your grin could roll the window up between bleak tales of your past has everyone you met hurt you wonder if i’ll be the next
my skin is dry and i got my first true grey hair when i was twelve you’ve always had a sense of doom— but we should get sushi here soon