Spit handshakes are not for quitters so we see this one through.

Shiny silver pill purse chained around your neck
serve me Cola from the dashboard
and slowdance back to back.

Feed me something electrical
something I cannot digest,
please feed me the moon again
baby, make me lose again.

This night’s a line in pen on jeans
there’s not a minute to redeem.

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