I'll still be here holding down the fort
when the odd/even parking starts.
When the plows and
the salt trucks go on call.
When the sun gets evicted
every day around six
like it can't pay the rent like me
Or it just can't stay in this city
'cause it saw us in August,
the way we spent all of our time and our money and it just got embarrassing.
Or maybe it just moved someplace warmer
and a little less bitter
like California.
I hear it's nice there.
So, can I crash on your couch
when I come out to find that absent, fiery turncoat bastard?
It owes me a lot for the damages
of five months every year
starved of serotonin,
Left alone to freeze.
If the sun pays up
I'm buying plane tickets home
from San Diego, Minnesota and Taijong.
I'll meet you at the airport with my brother when you land,
and I swear to god
I'm buying Rick a minivan
then we'll break into Caroline
with a case of dollar twenty-twos
and a stereo
with a mixtape of the songs that we'll all know till we die.
When's the last time we did that?
I know we're getting older,
getting married,
living continents apart,
But this graffiti ridden basement
doesn't care how old we are.
We all know goddamn well
It was a pretty bad band name
but to hell if it's not still true.
My Kindred Spirits forever
All of you.

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