A pit full of ashes and sorry-looking faces
Buzz cuts and bug bites
Punk shows and dirty shoes
I love the way it feels down here
I’m infatuated with how the Dead Boys broke up across the river
And how the best moshes were created in Ohio, Kentucky, and Indiana 
The energy stands still and dry
I cough In its residue
A dirty neon lights town
Shuffling cards
Bumping into ghosts
Big black holes full of hell that bookers stir on a Wednesday afternoon
Old shot glasses and bluegrass
And I’m related somehow
Signed CDs
Commissions of bears
Headaches
Late night drives back
Ant covered pizzas and tired eyes