600 Bucks For The Truck

[hornslocked]

your roman nose
pressed against my cheek
you were the sensitive one
that couldn't look weak
we stayed in your bed all day
we couldn't bear the sun
you were scared for me
to see your scars

this room
these walls
this was our life
we knew
it wasn't right

to hide from ourselves
we lived like refugees
but that was fine
so long as we could get high
but you can't put out a fire
with ice in a dixie cup

your roman nose
pressed against my cheek
your chest is bleeding
while you're bent over the sink

these walls
this room
this life
under glass

the frame around your face
you were the shy one
afraid of your own face
we took down all the mirrors
we packed up all the bruises
we shipped off all our wounds

I still remember
your roman nose
pressed against my cheek