I remember when I meant absolutely something to you.
Not the world, or a promise, just...something.
Something against brick, in the dark, sipping coffee. Something in the closet, on a counter, then you forgot me.
This isn't a football field or some hardwood floor or a balcony or a bathroom, a car, or the footsteps of my father.
Just some awkward holding hands
Your land, beside water.
With a blonde and a man lying in the distance.
There is no beach and no sand
Just some young love's resistance.
So when he questions me again
I'm none of the above
No rock n roll
Youre sex
I'm drug.
