Love among the ruins, on a T
Hammered, we took to the street
Armed with camera, caught in red, lipstick lips
What were those peeps doing in the sticks?
Kindred, when I found you
I found you in my youth
Oh kindred, we just wanted to do everything
Put it in print, please
A hand through the hair
Crossed leg on the hood of your car
But that was a different kick
Glorious autumn leaves kicked by
Buckle boots, from the big city
Half-pipes in our friend's yards
Brothers spinning on