three years ago you promised to marry me
I was only fourteen
not like that really
means anything

it never meant much to you
who was on the verge of something new
found time to spare; an hour or two
as long as all of us knew

and you
and me
and him
knew things could change like the wind

our trust was thick
but our blood, paper thin
and were all sick
still thought we could win

Austin, my city,
my concrete joy
Austin, have pity,
my sweet boy