Grab a coat and pack a bag.
Tell the parents you'll be back.
A pack of smokes and a flask of Jack.
In the parking lot we loiter,
clothes are on the floor; I'm spoiled.
Smoke another, feeling older.
Driving down to the pier and back,
smells of weed, and sex, and crabs.
On the beach it's cold and windy.
Pull in close you try and kiss me.
Is it your hair? I don't know.
Think right; speak right.
A cold night, alone on the beach with you that night.
I woke tired, alone in the sand in the morning light.
A long drive with a bottle of gin and a moon pie.
We'll make it or we'll die trying,
Tell me where you hid it, "No I didn't,"
You're the life of the party,
Roll another ticket from the bible, are you fucking around?
Let me wear your glasses, fuck the masses
can you tell me the answer?
California's garbage, but in Portland you're exhausted so then
On the bathroom floor I'm salty,
seashell, chintzy, soapy, chalky.
Fall asleep and then I'm walking.
Light emanating form the stars and back,
pooling on the pavement cracks.
On the bed you're feeling lazy.
On the bed my legs laid lazy.
The sun is up; I'm going crazy.
I don't know.
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