Dirty and hard we scream syllables into the night
Separated by an ocean never closer to the other
Fighting keeps us alive and makes us feel
Too hard to differentiate between love and hate anyway
Fine lines are only important in the crow's feet
That tread slowly down Ocean Avenue
70's flashbacks when only one of us is even an 80's kid
Bee swarms make for a giggle attack and a blush
Hips make for a blush and the attack of a flustered words
Walls make for the perfect support beam to untold lies
Clover fields in the rain and only one umbrella
Breaking and entering never felt so right as it does tonight
As we get dirty and make it hard
Screaming syllables with our mouths closed
The night closing in on the long, steep, winding road
Back down to the closed gates and unwelcome parties.





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I'm feeling listless and yet completely wired. I desperately want to go running in the dark, but this insane heat exhausts and haunts me. I couldn't make it to the end of my drive way without feeling absolutely disgusting, and I'd have to turn back before I got to the end of the street.



I want to be in Ireland, damnit.