You told me in the beer garden that I had changed your life, I laughed at my new dress up shoes and thought, “he’s a lucky guy.” It wasn’t as hard as I thought that it would be to see your arms around his boney, boney body.
And in your mother’s hatchback with the windows rolled down, my dear, you were a fucking joy to be around. But if I’m gonna make anything of myself, I don’t wanna do it alone.
Sitting behind a grey desk, staring at a whitewashed wall, tasting last night’s amyl every time I talk. And my brain cracks, my head slips back, my hearts skips beats for a minute and you’re softly, softly telling me to just breathe in, breathe out.
Breathe in, breathe out.