Potholes, midnight strolls,
Our feet thump thump to the tune of
Dying heartbeats
In harmony
Down the road of
Ripped jeans, lost dreams,
How noble...
And the crunch of broken beer bottles that sound with each step!
And our haphazard thoughts slowing with each movement.
And our vision blurring like the light at the end of the tunnel...
And I hear the drunk words that fall off your tongue float away out of sight
Like the smoke drifting upwards from the end of your pipe
For what else would we do with our last night?
Alas! We'll waste it just like the last.
(And just like the one before that)
And did we not learn so young, so young, we should always stick together?
So we stumble and fall for the last time,
We trip on broken cobblestones and collect rocks that have fallen down from the heavens.
We will collapse side by side on opposite sides of the alleyway we're trapped in-
And in the morning we'll be gone.
