and the streetlights have blurred to an orangey haze
adam sandler movies and the little engine that could

you can do it

you can do it


i think i can

peer pressure presses upon me

the rain and the cold and the austrian dark
eighteen and oh so sweet

five thousand miles between our feet

late night cig runs down to the vending machines

dilated pupils and 3,45 is cheaper than 3,60

kiddie rides on crisp cleared streets

hey, i can see you through the bathroom window

and i pressed my lips to his

skin on skin, lips on lips

hips against hips, fabric our foe
exploration, excavation, degradation

i forgot myself

i forgot yourself

rendezvous at 1:23, meet me in the boys' bathroom

bring a friend and i'll do the same
on holy land in holey jeans

rain-soaked jeans meet sweat-soaked shirt

this wasn't for me, but i made it mine

hours later, lay in bed quivering, sleep in our jeans

the rain and the cold and the austrian dark,

i'll shake the hypothermia from my bones...

i'll see you in the morning...
i'll see you in two weeks...

simple kissing under austrian eaves

this single eve will crush me flat