"Young and beautiful, in poverty, Filming, blossoms falling From the cherry trees On pure ecstasy. And as we sulked Like Russian spies Out after dark, Deliberating, Court and spark. In a hail of broken glass You told me Nothing’s built to last…"
"You’re driftwood floating underwater, Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces. Just driftwood hollow and of no use. Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you. And you really didn’t think it would happen, But it really is the end of the line; So I’m sorry that you turned to driftwood…"
"I think I’ll go out and embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down in the street. You say I choose sadness, that it has never once has chosen me…maybe you’re right."
"You’ll be accepting my apology for taking things too seriously. Sometimes I’m old enough to keep routines, sometimes I’m childish enough to scream…"
"Three years have passed since this July 4th picture. We watched fireworks poolside in your backyard, surrounded by strangers, in a healthier state than today. I was cleaning out my car this week and found the keys to my old apartment that I made for you to escape your family; days later we went our separate ways and you never got those keys. If I close my eyes, I can still smell the scent of coconut oil in the kitchen and the bedroom. From time to time, I think of you fondly and feel a mixture of gratitude for the time and regret for the easy surrender."
NO at the Mercury Lounge
Sometimes, you just have to put your best friends in a bathtub…