Sweetheart with the .45

come find me in high July
come find me and brag about frost
come be my friend at the end of the map
come burn this church
come melt this silver cross
come cat fish a condom out my dresser drawer
come alone, cum under a gold dust moon
come throw another shadow on my collapsing room
be my friend who never saw a compass
never cared, never doubted
never painted on stretched canvas
come find me before depressed August
or sober September
be my psychotic confidant
talking loud loud loud at the movies
no faith in anything
but plenty of time for my bullshit.

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