“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.