Poison Oak some boyhood bravery. When the telephone was a tin can on a string. And I fell asleep with you still talking to me. You said you weren't afraid to die.
I had a beautiful, beautiful time. The drives and the talks were amazing. The kind of friend I though I'd never find. I had a beautiful, beautiful time.
Alright. Alright. . The heat comes in distant shifts to fill up my room. It spills out of these ancient vents to meet the new cold. And I lay in my twisted sheets and stare out at the snow.
I had a brother once. He drowned in a bathtub. Before he had ever learned. How to talk. And I don't know what his name was. But my mother does I heard her say it once.