burndoutbasem3nt

spring

when i knew i was a child i felt erosion had been slandered

i learned this from owen's menthols, the sleeping excavator on Adams rd

and fireworks near the bone hill; i was wrong about the menthols of course

he left me a voicemail that broke my heart once but that's a different story

the point is this vast planet is full of minefields but nobody can agree on what they look like

you can join a pickup soccer league or get married

but you'll still have to sleep with your own stomach

and stare at the ceiling with your own eyes,

& baby, do you think the flood water loves us back?

i always have, so

when you tell me i don't have to do this

i hear those cheap rockets exploding in the tall grass

i smell rain and un poured lighter fluid

and these are the only rules that matter

we might die with unhealed cuts, i most likely will