By: Alex Wright
If happiness is a warm gun
The love we give is the safety
The second thought forget-me-nots
Other half of the conversation
That begs you not to go
Invites you to choose the next movie
Reminds you of the fun watching reruns of
Parks and Recreation can be
In the living room of the Wells Ave. house
TV on the wheelchair
That Nathan stole from our abandoned past
Old haunts too empty to care
If we’re gonna stay out all night
I just need my cigarettes and keys
We can talk til dawn or listen to songs
While we drink a pot of coffee
You can sleep on the sofa
So forget the need to drive
Where do you want to go?
We can hit the road toward the closest town that doesn’t know our names
In the passenger seat of my dad’s old truck
You can stare out the window
With the right soundtrack,
Alabama at our backs,
Maybe you’ll think there’s something left to live for
So let it go
Float into the unknown
While there’s still some fight left in these bones
I will stay
I’ll carry some of your weight
I swear you’re not a mistake to me
Or anyone who matters
Fuck anyone who tells us different
They’re not worth our minutes
Not when we’ve got so few to spare
I will share what I’ve got with you
My scars
My bad jokes
Nothing but the truth
The laugh lines on our faces will grow like wrinkles in time
Too old to know the difference
Too young to hold back the cries
ALEX WRIGHT CONTAINS MULTITUDES 