We're shining like them, with the prisoned radiance of electric hearts.
I opened your bottle tonight, 10 years of dust, shaking you free of memory. I smelled our year, an Italian sun on your skin, & felt the thunder of late night storms rumble up my throat. Twelve dozen roses & a cheap rented car. Twenty-one cigarettes, to take us so far. Past a red moon ; whatever you'd call it, with pain medication. & black nail polish. With your nana’s clothes. Her rubies. Her pearls. A stolen mum’s purse. & your coloured curls. Knock off earrings, white feathered hats, with perfect matching shoes, & slap bracelet accents. When the sun goes down, my summer is done. The way I see it, this town ain't big enough for the both of us.
I opened your bottle tonight, 10 years of dust, shaking you free of memory. I smelled our year, an Italian sun on your skin, & felt the thunder of late night storms rumble up my throat. Twelve dozen roses & a cheap rented car. Twenty-one cigarettes, to take us so far. Past a red moon ; whatever you'd call it, with pain medication. & black nail polish. With your nana’s clothes. Her rubies. Her pearls. A stolen mum’s purse. & your coloured curls. Knock off earrings, white feathered hats, with perfect matching shoes, & slap bracelet accents. When the sun goes down, my summer is done. The way I see it, this town ain't big enough for the both of us.