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