I remember a blue sky,
And a fist twisting my belly
It feels like a lifetime ago
And I can’t tell if I’m overjoyed or depressed
that it was me
Let’s walk to that gas station
The one on the corner, with the cashier missing a pinky
We’ll grab some chips and bad coffee
You can talk my ear off about work
And I’ll half listen and wonder
what the exact shade of molten brown you’d call it
when the sinking sun enters your eyes
I’ll tell you the story if you want:
Girl meets girl
Girl makes girl fall in love
Girl kisses girl in the front seat, and steals moments meant for someone else
Let’s run away together instead, forget the gas station
I’ll bring the map, you grab the keys
We can pretend it’s a life worth running from
And you can call your mom in the morning when you realise I’m driving us off a cliff
I’m not a nihilist, you know
Some good luck, a spoken prayer,
A distant memory of skin and sweat and smiles
And a playbook written in the wrong language
Just stay with me
And I promise you I can be better
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