Ian-
roads resurfaced
unsurfaced
driving slow
with no
destination
cheap cigarettes and an empty tank of gas
where do we go from here?
repairing bridged i've already burned
sharp right on ivy lane
crooked mailboxes
stretching out towards the street
reaching out like helpless scrawny arms
as if to grasp the cars
as they float by
and in the sky
stars burst with light
explosions in night
oh, my glorious, good friend night
in god we lust
good night.
Kirsten-
Driving fast
Trying to reach every destination we never planned on traveling to
Hooked on what we can't have
Burning holes in our stomachs with the food we've painted for
crooked mailboxes
waiting for the night to come so that their bodies can stretch
stretch and scratch the road
stars burst through the light into the darkness of our skin
seeking every speck and spark and twinkle within
oh, my glorious other, good friend night
hold hands with me in day sometime
hold hands with me tonight.
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