Wasteland
This land
Walk into the light
Every new day
They jerk you around
——
You move through me
eyes on fire
Like the 4th of July
Bourbon skin
Cherry lips
Remind me what
We came here to forget
It’s getting late
We can escape
Into each other’s skin
This land
Your land
Your body
Your breath
The driving bass
It’s just a heartbeat
Regarding Samuel 