Lake Effect Kids

Boomeranged back to the corner of romance... yet I still insist on keeping the coroner on speed dial. Friends that aren't dying are already dead, and getting older just makes it harder to remember our bonds. We are only saviors in our youth.

One drop of blood, and an immaculate kiss. Sing-along songs will be our scriptures as we tuck ourselves in tonight. Boxed blonde's have less fun.

The hardest part of all of this is that my thoughts are double timing the keypad. A 21st century defeat. Pen and pad less. I'm ill equipped for these high noon showdowns with myself.

8th Ave at Jane Street. The way the ice in the cooler behind the bar shifts reminds me that the city is still alive below us, as the subway completes a round. One heart breaker lite with a shot of sadness.

She cuts me open without effort, while I trace "what could have beens" around her name. How did tonight become the enemy when we never even meant to show up in the first place? Take my hand and we will run away. Put your hands up on the stereo. Guilt is up to the speakers from hear on out.