six october
seven : oh-nine p.m.

i'm trying to keep these dreams alive, trying to avoid reality, trying to picture him and me in the back, you and him in the front, driving fast by the river, everyone knowing all the words, foggy evenings, windows cracked open.

i got static in my head
the reflected sound of everything
tried to go to where it led
but it didn't lead to anything
the noise is coming out
and if it's not out now
i know it's just about
to drown tomorrow out