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Your middle finger was clutching my thumb through the park and over macdougal. |
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The torches were blazing about our street and just down from the sky. |
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Casey stepped with |
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Anna off the curb. |
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His shoes are clogs, did you see? |
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They dipped in that puddle, the one catching green. |
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They were tripping up and slipping around, singing ' |
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Rolalita come out tonight' and oh |
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I wanted to pull you down.roll on top of me, baby. just roll.we'll wreck our clothes.we'll scrape our knees.we'll taste the scabs.you, sweet, are worth these next four months until |
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I bail out and kiss behind your ears, drive off in the van.oh my god, |
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I think I'm dying in this car seat, where |
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I'll spend through winter |
