Nights Like These

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 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 alone
With the TV 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 up falling off and eating shit and forgetting to unclip
Te 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 alone
With the TV 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