Get Out Of Here - Bored Nothing

I walked down

through the burning cars

along your street

I sat and wrote

your name with my finger

on the concrete

your voice was still

and crisp in my ear

«my dad’s a cop,

so you’d better get out of here»

I turned down

a familiar street

and the houses swayed

I remembered

walking with you

and suddenly I felt afraid

you stood your feet

in the drain and said

«when you yell I die»

and the implications hurt my head

and so the cops found me

that night in the park

I was drunk and tripping through the dark

i’d carved a tree

with your name and mine

and the sentiment of cheap red wine