We took rides in your American muscle car. I felt American. We shared our smokes. I held the wheel while you drank and drove. Our plans were miserable.
I've got a winning lotto ticket from the state of Massachusetts. Tucked in the back of my wallet. I'll cash it when I'm back in Boston. With a blank eye from the cashier.
You were an old friend. The kind I could confide in. And drink with on random neighbors' porch steps. Our glossy eyes painted portraits of the streets.
We were young kids. We made a difference. We survived those churches and hospitals. Tall tales get taller, but they'll never grow old. Yours is a flame, it never goes old.
Budding young philosophers sit down at the dinner table. They all stand up to pay the bill but none of them are able. The kids, they're staring at their phones.
One, two, three, four. . Well the silence hasn't been broken. As we reach the point of utter disgust. As the weeks drag on, the lies unfold. The alcohol loses its touch.
Yeah!. Last Friday night I wasn't me. I was a still life trapped in eternity. I was the focal point of a focus out of ink. . And I've been wandering and I live through the garden of your heart ache.
Amy was a waitress at The Fire Street Grill. Up route 611 she was slaving for the pill. Oxy's got her pupils pinned up. A junkie centerfold. With grey hairs and a death wish.
I am the pain that beats through your temples. Every morning when you wake up. I am the boy with alcohol poisoning. From all the parties Chris would throw.
I've having a horrible time. Pulling myself together. I've been closing my eyes to find. The old, familiar failures. I've been having a horrible time.
Here's to you, the same chords that I stole. From a song that I once heard. The Same melody I borrowed from the void. I'd rather observe than structure a narrative.
Well I sat and thought about you. On the long ride back to Philly. From the way that you'd wear your hair. To the way that you'd laugh when you drank too much.
Ava are you trying to get high?. I hope the floor holds this time. We'll dance in subtle romance together. While we're making our time. While we're making our time.
Dreaming that my teeth are falling out. Driving there's no steering wheel. No doors I can't see out. Kicking and screaming on the motorway. The radio static screams my name.
It's the little things my mind commits. To etch behind my eyelids. Like getting stoned when we wake up. Coffee grounds and coffee cups. Your silhouette in high top sneakers.
Lost in a picture frame. The way our bodies used to behave. The way we smiled in the moment. Before they permanently froze. But that was the old me and you.
Do you still remember, how we used to be. Feeling together, believe in whatever. My love has said to me. Both of us were dreamers. Young love in the sun.
I know you think the sun is shining. And I hate to let you down, so. I just abuse what you had. Cause you don't wanna admit. You're not a star once before.
The two of us are one of a kind. Our combination ain't easy to find. Why do I get a feeling from you. Things ain't right do you need something new. Knowing how both of us live.
We try so hard to hold the pain. It goes away but it comes back again. I remember the night. Everything was so right. . It's hard to know when to give or take.