Tumbling around at night in the now of things, the only ones in this sleepy sea town who are awake. We're city kids, and we brought our anonymous city-insomnia to your quaint little community, where the graveyards are small and personal.
This is no tropical beach, the fog hangs damp in the air and cold coniferous forests cluster in, reminding you of how far you are from everything. Why do we laugh? Maybe because it's funny, or maybe because we just want it to be funny so badly.
Burning driftwood on the wind-tossed shore. Tossing pictures and memories on the blaze. Here's one of you ex-boyfriend, a syllabus from that science course last year that I hated. Toss on my nose, while we're at it, 'cause I've always hated that. Toss on my too-thick thighs.
How long till these memories burn, too? Friends come and go. Someday I'll be standing here, alone, watchin