Cameras

sun’s going down let’s get togetheron the bridge we’ll meet up tonightblack pants red sweatshirt and brown bagsabove the

East River’s northern lightsyou see what

I seeI thought it make believewatched the sun riseon my streetold cement makes fora solid place to laybed of light greymy bed of light greywhile

I know it’s lettersthat can spell

I hear now it’s words that can say

I decided to start writing lessand

I’m talking more everydaysixteen of our friendsa five seat bright red vancurbside viewturn off of grandpound my steering wheelwe yell to the windshield

I’m finally home

I’m finally homeno time for cameraswe’ll use our eyes insteadno time for cameraswe’ll be gone when we’re deadno time for cameraswe’ll use our eyes instead

I see flashes of goldevery single car alarm we hearwe’ll steal and throw through their windowmy water comes straight from the tapand those bottles are all just for show

I see that we’re made ofmore then blood and bonessee we’re made ofsticks and stonesdon’t forget to breatheneed locks for your keysdon’t forget to breathe nowforget to breathe nowno time for cameraswe’ll use our eyes insteadno time for cameraswe’ll be gone when we’re deadno time for cameraswe’ll use our eyes instead

I see flashes of gold