Hot waves of memories

A surfable crest

Numbing high of seafoam

Can only be felt after they crash

Ice blue eyes that freeze me

The only thing I see

A voice that drains and pins

Me down under every boot in this

fucked up place

Drink her words like Jim Beam

Calmed by her Xanax attention

Villainize me again, baby

I’ll die again, I don’t care

We will talk again someday…

Even the dead tell stories