The cigarette smoke fades, drifting off into the heavens
that send down acid rain, but it's you
that burns my skin.
The car has gotten dirty from the nights we've spent
and all the fast-food restaurants. You swear when you get cut
by the aluminum of an empty Coke can, and its
I haven't washed my hair in weeks, and you tell me
-that's the meaning of a dirty blonde-
We wiggle our toes in the sand of an abandoned beach,
start fires in the caves and leave them burning
when we run away.