untitled H.S. (dedicated to Zach)
Holes in my Levi’s
from chasin’ you chasin’ you
the girl that doesn’t exist
saying things I shouldn’t say
playing songs I shouldn’t play
Doesn’t matter anyway
The truth is the truth
and the edge over other boys
You’ll see
through me
the world in my eyes.
They come off a conveyor belt, most of us.
Not this laugh.
Just go.
Move away.
I never loved you anyway.
Holes in my chucks
from chasin’ you chasin’ you
saying things I shouldn’t say
playing songs I shouldn’t play
Doesn’t matter anyway.
Stay.
Go.
Come back.
Get out.
What I’d do -
Your move, player two.
