you offered me sprite
in a glass bottle
and a blunt
in a spiked lemonade roll
and a record
and a ride
and a gown
and a break
and a way
to make
it out of this town
alive

although
the only thing i took
was the seat you offered me
that seat
beside yours
the one thing i won't
give up or
pass down, so

together
we waste away
into grass almost
as green as
a glass sprite bottle
busted on the road
popping our tires
like packing bubbles

we weren't made to
make it very far