red cheeks white shirts blue eyes
we talk about growing up as if it’s over
as if it’s not still happening now every time we remember bloodshot eyes from crying slow dying
we talk about innocence as if we ever really had it
we equate it with red cheeks white shirts blue eyes
we discover ourselves downtown in songs sung by strangers arms around each other in camaraderie understanding
hopes of not falling apart
we have to hold each other up these days but never find the time
we used to talk about the future as if it would all fix itself recover
we talked morning muffins and neighboring apartments there at each others gallery openings book releases
we talked like we would live that long
now we come together on late night drives suppressing the obvious repressing much more
once a year we try and make it feel like it used to
i cant tell if it means as much to them now wont admit that i’ll take whatever i can get
desperate for anything that resembles that fortress we built back then
though nothing stands where it used to and some of us dont stand at all never stood a chance anyway
we drive down those old ghost roads and find nothing left
foundations (of our midnight headquarters) never meant to last
