HeatWaves (Finnished)

what happened next

George how did you.

"DREAM I LOVE YOU, I just thought you didn't like me back."

George, you are the only one I ever love. I just didn't want to hurt you.

"Dream as long as I'm with you I can't be hurt. I love you."

I love you too George but were 3450 miles apart.

"CLAY I WILL FIND A WAY TO YOU EVEN IF I HAVE TO WALK"

* I was shocked I hadn't heard him call me clay in a while*

G-George I-

"CLAY I LOVE YOU AND NOTHING WILL CHANGE THAT"

G-Give me a second George.

* I put George on mute*

NICK GET IN HERE

"What is it dream"

Are you going to Brighton with me?

" What do you mean."

Answer the question yes or no.

"sure"

*I bought me and Nick plane tickets to go see George.*

*un-mutes George*

hey, I'll talk to you later ok.

"O-Ok Clay, Talk to you later."

Nick hurry and pack were leaving tomorrow.

"Really"

Yes, I wanted to see George asap.

"I knew you missed him."

Shut up and pack Nick.

Whatever.

*we finish packing*

Ima go to my room night Nick

"k night"

*I play my Guitar*

-song by pigeon pit-

Strawberry stained fingertips chain smoking
Binge-watching Netflix
Bike grease in my hair
Blood on your jeans
Blisters on your feet
A huge grin full of teeth
The California drought
The smell after the thunderstorm
That knocked the power out
Sweat soaks up my handlebars
I want to die with all my scars
If they don't like the way we are, then frick them

* I cant wait to see George*

And I stayed up, chain-smoking in the kitchen
Until you got home and the curtains were on fire
Frick, 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

*I'm actually going to Brighton tomorrow*

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 fricking somewhere else
On the roof with the flags, we torched

*oh I love George I just hope he's not upset about what I did last time*

And I stayed up, chain-smoking in the kitchen
Until you got home and the curtains were on fire
Frick, 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

*present-time-*

If only I wouldn't have insisted we go to the park he would still be alive.

IT'S MY FAULT HE"S DEAD NICK, It's my fault.