what is it called?
when we are two kids against the world, getting high in the basement and riding in the back of the pickup truck,
when flea bites and all, its us or nothing,
when the sunset turns the golden light pink,
when our fingers are stained with the juice of the fruit we found on the road,
when your dog recognizes me by my footsteps,
when i buy presents for your little brother,
when we sit in silence in your blue-lit room with south park playing in the background,
when you punch my shoulder and i slam you into the wall,
when flea bites and all, its us or nothing,
heart shaped bruises and bite marks on my wrists and broken glasses and sprained ankles,
flea bites and all,
it is us or nothing.
flea bites and all, you are my sister.
shattered windshields and court cases and your little brothers bald head,
when we drank vodka from a stranger's bottle in the park because we were too high to say no,
when we got caught smoking pot after dying my hair blue,
when we spent the whole summer on the side of the lake collecting snails and getting icecream and walking the dog.
flea bites and all, you are my best friend.
flea bites and all, i will interlock our hands and hold your hair back when you throw up.
flea bites and all,
you were the one i didnt realize I was missing.
flea bites and all, its us or nothing.