Within three seconds, you take me back there.
Close my eyes
and I'm bootkick to the chest again,
mainlining cocaine the whole night through,
getting drunk on absinthe with your electric guitar slung
across me as I lay melted on the floor,
never wired on coke,
somehow, same as meth, just
crazy like that I guess, and euphoria explodes
firecrackers up my spine
like boom boom boom to bloom at the back of my throat,
chokes me just like the
coke did, like you did that night we went to the moon,
and I'd swear I was
right there with you again, wrapped around one
another in the backseats of
cars, in filthy gas station bathrooms with your belt
between my teeth, blood on blood and spit on spit,
never coming down, couldn't, couldn't ever, couldn't
ever get enough of it.