we sit and calmly watch the future pass us by,
slip through a crack in the pavement
and fade to nothingness in the darkness.
you smoke, i twist my ring around my finger.
sometimes when i am alone, i find myself
holding my breath just to see if i really
need all that oxegen.
we drink away our fear of failure
on friday nights in homes with shiny cars in the driveway
and rose printed curtains in the air-freshened rooms.
i help you clean the beer cans up
and hide them alley ways, let you touch me in the corner.
sometimes when i am alone,
i smash photo frames and mirrors and glasses
and use the glass to cut the skin
between my fingers, just to see what
colour the blood is
you write your philosophies on the garden
furniture and on beer mats that we leave
lying on street corners. we watch the moon
and talk a lot of shit.
we get by.
