The blood from a peach runs down your chin blunts on the porch your skin on my skin
Can we count it as moving forward if its just a bolt bus to your house
We both know we’re gonna lie here smoking till our lungs turn black
Just us and our bitter hearts, staring at stars for hours in the back of your car
And we grow tougher than we feared that we’d ever be forced to and we grow more tender then we had ever thought possible
And our seven bodies crammed onto my mattress windows open the wallpaper peeling and fading, and our trauma becomes washed out, more abstract and stomped out i know even though i dont have everything worked out
Im gonna call all the people i miss to say i
Can’t wait to kiss you and chain smoke on your front step
Lay my head on your chest
Ghosts of friends, waist deep in lake Washington, i will never forget all the reasons i’m not dead yet, all the cats in my neighborhood and all the times you asked for help and i couldn’t give it
We feel lost like kids on the streets inside our brains carved by abuse, love, survival and all those other things one way streets internalized as we ride our bikes they become the neighborhood we grew up in
After all of the phone calls, all the letters i wrote you, you’d think i’d figure out the words to tell you how much i love you, and i know it’s hard for you to feel like you deserve to feel good
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