The hottest place I’ve ever been
Is turning cold
We have each other though
So four hands to hold
We’re earning old
Earning days of mooching
And nights to be of told
You said I’m “beautiful”
Inside and out
And I turned gold
As I rooted about
In the footwell
Bent and folded
As we smoked in the
Belly of a Mustang
Listening to English music
On American roads
Hang heads over doors
Float locks in the blow
Of Floridian wind
Remember this isn’t London
Most man have waist pinned
With things that could
Spin your neck clean
So don’t go getting facety
Over dirty eyes
And don’t be surprised
When you’re misunderstood
Having things happen that happen
But imagining what could
I’m stood sandy toed
Feeling the load of the sun
Hold me and scold
Poke fire lit fingers
Into my hard breathed pose
And you squint
As you try to see me
Before you ping my hip
And pull me close
I’m jet lagged and kinetic
I’m just glad it was you
Not me, who said it
That bubble was violent
And the cup frozen
I was hoping cane sugar was sweeter
But all I gots a furry tooth and bloating
We got the weapon, don’t worry
Just the t-shirts left
Need ID for one but you’ll never guess
Which
How American is all this?
I could fit three of our larges in theirs
And when I’m drunk I’m fucked
And when I’m angry I’m pissed
You held me in the open sky night club
And we kissed
Then slipped off before the others noticed
I’ve screamed all weekend
My throat and ears are fucked
Nice to tuck up just us on the boat though
As the big boy was overrun
I’ve never liked the sea but I’ve always
Loved the sun
I felt so red, white and blue holding that gun
I shot without purpose
And you screamed as I spun
Round to pose for those at home
I thought I’d already shone
I would never hurt you
So you should really know
The bullet’s boom blows
I feel my heart in my nose
And my eyelashes on my toes
But it’s a tick off the bucket list I suppose
I’m on a banana to Nashville
The clouds are thick and white and close
Living dream with the man I dream of most
I didn’t bring the right clothes
But are you proud, I fit a rucksack
We bought way more than we brought back
Up here the road looks like a snake
I was expecting dirt track
But a city is a city no matter where you go
All I know
Is I’m a fair far bit
From home.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 