Nights Like These

Strawberry stained fingertips chain smoking Binge-watching Netflix Bike grease in my hair Blood on your jeans Blisters on our feet A huge grin full of teeth The California drought The smell after the thunderstorm that knocked the power out Sweat soaks up my handle bars I want to die with all my scars If they don't like the way we are, then fuck them And I stayed up, chain smoking in the kitchen Until you got home and the curtains were on fire Fuck, I'm sorry you feel all alone With the T.V. blasting shadows on my face Hitching back to the apartment It was such a lonely place I place my head between my knees and think "Do you ever have nights like these?" So separated from my sense of self And the shit you keep up on your bookshelf So, I just take another sip I keep falling off and eating shit and forgetting to unclip The sun will rise another time, for now it's me and you, our bikes We trip and stumble, laughing, to the park The flea bites laid out on my wrist The heart shaped blister on my palm The handlebars had etched My body is out on my back porch My brain is fucking somewhere else On the roof with the flags we torched And I stayed up, chain smoking in the kitchen Until you got home and the curtains were on fire Fuck, I'm sorry you feel all alone With the T.V. blasting shadows on my face Hitching back to the apartment It was such a lonely place I place my head between my knees and think "Do you ever have nights like these?" So separated from my sense of self And the shit you keep up on your bookshelf