We were weaved together
By the spider who lived under the house
The one with the baby’s breath and violets by his bed

“I’ll never let go” played on the tele
As the screen became a blur and faces began to distort

The night went as follows
The sound of the animals
The fear of heights being medicated by the alcohol
Sparklers lit the sky and like bats we flew into the night

The taste of milk and the sound of strings
Haircuts and shoe glue
Denim vests with patches
Missing boots and a dance

The dirt is wet, the records playing
The ship sunk.