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Old 04-15-2020, 03:42 AM   #5
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fuck

what a trip. we came from skittles and juice
salvation army T-shirts. Velcro timberland boots
Big Red cinnamon chewing, loogie spit, the picture of youth
kiddie pool in water wingies. kick off our shoes
Capri-Sun kids in the hall, we hardly made it to school
lost ourselves for years inside a playstation 2. you're my
best friend. techdeck tony hawk we learned how to skate
between throwing rocks at taxicabs and running away
fuck. what a shame. we ran for miles in the rain
hide-and-seek tag until our ankles were sprained
circling bases. tennis balls, aluminum bats
netscape navigator, napster we're maturing too fast
how stupid is that. its hard to paraphrase the beauty we had
awash in innocence and arrogance and viva la bam. there was
no chance. we only watched our folks and followed example
smoked our stolen Parliaments and coughed in our hands
balled into fists. palm sweats, another malt liquor binge
our footsteps to the corner must be carved in cement
borrowed and begged. dollars and cents. Vicodin trance
your ma was buying black tar. the apartment was trashed.
we were 12 and a half, making castles in sand
now we're 21 and living in a Heineken can
talking fast, frantic energy and stereo bass
spirits in our flask to keep them spirits away
wait, i'm serious, wait. hey. don't die on me now
i need you to light this. hey
i think he's out.
just let him go. fuck. i'm drowning in this rickety boat
steely resolve, steel revolvers to my temple and throat
just let me go.
it's getting old. one day i met her in passing
exchanged a few text messages and never looked back
much to your protest, i left the second she asked
we chased god for long enough to give the devil her dance
man. how did this happen? i was searching for more
wandered towards the water but you pulled me ashore. not anymore
sink or swim i'd rather jump in the river
and die, than be too scared to make a fucking decision
goodbye. i'll be in murky depths, this summer and next
scavenging sunken treasure in the wreckage we left
i'll be back
i promise. save me a seat
for whenever this water gets way too deep. i mean
there's only a chance that my body floats
but it's gotta be better to drown than choke.



jump in the river



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