The Lowfills open road open bottle

you are strange.
i am strange.
(nonetheless, i) could stare at you
till time stands still.
(both sequentially) taken away at the worst
moment in time.
it's time.
open road.
open bottle.
what the hell.
hit the throttle.
three a.m. awake from dream:
you and i were sipping tea
out on the porch that should be
yours and mine.
it's time
(for your wedding to someone else).
open road.
open bottle.
what the hell.
hit the throttle.