breaking bottles and getting strung out on polaroids
you said all the words
but never spoke just to make noise

passed out in front of fresh fire logs
wetter than the toads and frogs
and I didn't think I'd sink but still

we drifted off like analog
a dying breed, a familiar fog
your mother said you must stay south
so I did without

flat

brow bones
half grown
left alone

when your voice is flat
I'd say anything
to bring some tone
back to me

It doesn't have to be
soothing

The way it should feel

I bite you but it just tastes sweet

not like iron

not metal like I’m used to

You touch me and it’s warmth

it doesn’t feel purple

like I’m used to

You speak and the words

wrap around me, but they do not
hold me down

gasoline

you said I moved too far

packed my bags and sold my car

tell everyone a sad story

like I broke your heart

When you get bored you wanna take me

like a hit

I’m not you’re mom and you are not

a fucking kid

your girlfriend calls me crying

knows my name from across the coast

says you still fuck around a lot
but you told her you love me the most