Boy In Static Candy Cigarette
We choose our words like wine and kiss like petty crimes
We chase our parents' sins
And hear their voices in New England highway winds
Let's go and find our new lives down by the jetski junkyard
Let's lull divorcees from their households
You can play my first wife
I can play the paperwork that saves you
You babysat the kids of old executives
You babysat the cars of former movie stars in summers after dark
We've met the children of your now former love
We've combed Rhode Island's coast for your father's ghost
In our winter coats
With fake pearls on your neck and a candy cigarette