2 AM, Eternally

Edited because the darn thing didn’t preserve the line breaks.


Stand with me

In the parking lot of our twenties

Warm light dripping from a lamppost

A puddle all our own


When the bars are closed

And the coffee shops

Have kicked us out

And all that’s left

Are tired diners serving

Food we don’t want to eat


And we really ought to go home


Stand and tell me

You have no time for romance

No time for love


I will tell you soft things

Sweet things

Before we drive away


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