You were carefree
And I was a door mouse
But when it came to superstition
We were sole in a row of Fridays.
First were the rollercoasters;
Rickety and sick inducing.
I needed to be spontaneous so I agreed to your dangerous request.

A whole rotation went by
We had escaped death and so displeasure beach became a sort of ****** symbol of our friendship.
A snapped ring, a bleeding eye
I didn’t get drunk but you were gone
It was the 14th when we left with sour dough faces.

I wonder how many miles per hour we’ll turn now we’re a combined mother tongue,
Our notions by the ocean, the nocturnal and the dreaming.
It was always the same with no communication and the funny thing is, is that we find comfort in that.