In this town, there is nothing to do and nowhere to go when the sun goes down.
When I met her, she said she wanted to take it slow. Sitting around parking lots smoking. We would drink and drive. When the sky starts to bleed we would drive to her house. Empty. Jump into the pool. Dripping wet, she opens up her parents liquor cabinet. Jack was hers and Jim, mine. Sitting on the couch, ruining its leather, we make out. Her wet hair clings to my hand, and her hand squeezes my heart. Our lips meet and part constantly, leaving the Jack and Jim dry. But when I push on, she pulls away. “You should go.”
So I go. I go on looking and chasing other girls. Fun and Games. She still waits, wanting to take it slow. Right where I left her. I tell her, “I love you.” “I love you, too.” She knows I’ve been wandering. And I know she’s been sleeping with other guys. I don’t know what I’m smiling for. This pain, this rip brighten ups my life. There was no yelling. She apologizes and says sorry in tears. She says don’t leave me.
There is nowhere to go and nothing to do when the sun goes down.