You taste like A&W 
Orange and brown 
Draw through your straw 
Wash it all down 
The strange age 
The gas gauge 
The rash upon my ribcage 
But you'd never leave me in the lurch 
Or deceive me when the search 
For the morning 
Gets boring 
Mechanically scorning 
Twenty-thousand broken tunes 
A galaxy of afternoons 
Birthdays of November ruins 
Are soon to be my vehicle 
I'll be dozing in the divorced dads' 
Devastated bachelor pads 
It subtracts and then it adds 
But all in all it's a miracle they do 
That's when 
I go where the college kids loiter 
Just hang out and reconnoiter 
The umbrage 
The language 
With each dumb pang of anguish 
I think about how I spent my year 
In a twin bed with young skin near 
So blindly 
Remind me 
How'd you sneak that knife behind me? 
Some nights it's achingly ample 
Some nights it's just a sample 
Stamp a little dimple in the 
Simple love you think is yours 
But who's in your camp when the world darkens 
Dampening with snarking grins? 
The parking situation thins 
When unwieldy eras lock their doors 
'But you know 
I got a lot for you 
But it'll never do 
Oh, unless 
Well, nevertheless 
You go 
Do what you gotta do 
If you're not so true 
I guess A&W 
Is fading too 
We'd walk through the town in an endless loop 
In the rapidly melting ice cream soup 
That stuck us together 
In Frontier Ruckus weather 
But ain't it precious? 
The freshest scrape? 
I faced rewind and erased the tape 
And I saw 
It all go 
But I still hear the audio 
Our sitcom plot line's terrible 
It rots on the vine like a parable 
Written by the veritable human punchline 
You now kiss 
I'll be driving around the Silverdomes 
With the student drivers and mobile homes 
The worst survivors of all my poems 
Would never treat someone like this 
I bet 
Your makeup's indelibly smeared on that towel 
I once feared it was permanently on me as well 
Like the cinder 
From that winter 
And the slush along Dequindre 
The ride that we got from the mechanic shop 
From the Persian woman in the Mercedes drop-top 
Her marriage 
Miscarriage 
We thought her stories bonded us in awareness 
We thought nothing like that could happen to us 
We were two of the luckiest 
Bastards in the mastered art of 
Barely ever giving a fuck 
But in the end one fuck got gave 
Two, if you count our literal behavior 
The root beer, dear 
Will you please save a drop for me, as you cutely suck? 
'Cause you know 
I had a lot for you 
But it'll never do 
Oh, unless 
Well, nevertheless 
You go 
Do what you gotta do 
If you're not so true 
I guess A&W 
Orange and brown are through 
It'll be just like we never knew