(As part of the ‘Requested’ series)

I went back down to that dark place
The Veils were playing,
you and I were driving out to that wild coast —

me, behind you in my red car flashing
telling you how I was feeling around
those precarious bends.

You pulling over, touching me on the mouth,
punching me in the stomach and saying —
nothing like this again, ok?

We thought Grey Lynn Park was somewhere
in America, and forever a
terrible game.

You know what I mean when I say
I’ll never feel that way (about the world)
again.

Criminal that someone could ever be
so young
and not stay like that forever.