Museum Mouth
Goodbye, Evan
Maybe I'll sleep with a thousand men and when you decide to call me years from now I'll tell you about everyone about Neil, David, and three other Evans but, oh James, James was the bestbut James, James was the bestthe way he'd put his hand on my back and slide the other into my hair and when we were finished leave me trembling face down in the sheets finding my breath then we'd sleep silent in the mess we made two extinguished cigarettes in a lonely ashtray
From Letras Mania