what I was up to,
at least by the time I had the handcuffs
around your tiny wrists.
I kissed your lips, I don't expect you to remember.
For now, we'll run.
For now, we'll look in opposite directions and try not to collide.
For as long as you can, stick close to me.
I've never seen you with a gun.
So much is new:
How long can we keep this up
before the door's knocked down
and all our walls give out?
The cops are in the house,
or so we thought, before our nosy neighbors
turned out to be the cause.
I remember the time we hid in the garage,
acting stoned, skipping stones
across the ocean we always talked about.
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