like 7/11 always open

it's hard to believe that one day
that one day
those many days
he was in me
like literally inside
like poetically inside
now his mugshot
that's all i get
a letter sometimes
where is my homeboy trol?
my sunday night lover
my something dirty in clean

saw your brother the other night
we shot the shit about
well, you know
back in the days
virgin days
not so virgin days

feel like you're not the only one locked up for the next 15 years
you're holding some of my memories only you and i were present for
what the fuck, eric?
we were suppose to grow out of that shit
it's supposed to be funny

went to that burger spot on the corner
craving chili cheese fries
i got there and realized i was just craving you
i could have sworn i saw you
13 and smoking a cigarette
rocking those jeans
that striped shirt
a bit over-sized
with your hair done back a bit
where is that kid

i hear in georgia these days
barely seeing light
that wasn't the future
was it?

fuck.
i'm thinking audrey.
thinking casper.
thinking nicole.
thinking eric.

how do my days amount to this
and yours that?

what the fuck!

and then no days
what the fuck heather?

come back y'all
let's have a bbq in downey
eat lumpia and drink red red wine
you can sleep in my closet
jump through my window
knock over the candles
i'll clean 'em up
distract my ma as you run out the back door
write love letters on my wall
we'll take pictures with the disposable
walk over to 7/11, grab a slurpee
c'mon let's do this already
come back assholes
hurry up and come back