At your parents' beach house you slept next to me like a patient on a gourney. I watched gravity hold you down as you sleep.
Slipping shoes over bare feet, 3 am, walking clumsily down to the beach. Stumbling from the lack of sleep, the alcohol wore off but we still felt so free.
Drunken college kids mistake us for friends, I'll sit back and let them. We can matter to someone and the waves will pull the sand out to sea.
Gravity will crush us someday.
1 | Smoke Like Rainclouds |
2 | The End |
3 | Lenny Skutnik |
4 | Golden Girl |
5 | A Few Weeks Of Early Summer |
6 | Tahoe |
7 | Insomnia |
8 | New Year's Eve |
9 | New Freedom Fighters' Manual |
10 | Set Me Free |