i’m twisting this tea over the railing of your porch
to do a shotgun with you and you always finish first

your button up is still hanging on the hook
after that show months ago

it was one of the good times
and you just wanna remember those

my hairbrush is still on the floor of your car
i wanna like you but you make it so hard

but then you get american spirits cause you know they’re my favorite
you pretend every one is your last so you can savor it

i don’t believe in god but i always let you talk
when you say “we’re getting saved thanks to him”