Jackson

You’re taking two Klonopin
So you can quit flipping
And face our friends
You dated the sainted dead
He ain’t nothing but a prayer card
Tacked up with my record jackets
We’re riding through Jackson pines
Towards Six Flags to wait in lines
Have our spines shook
And I’m shook
Got the space sickness
While we wait on the weightlessness
A delirious kiss
And the feeling of falling in
Getting good at looking so in love
My eyes are unfocused
We’re right back in Manalapan
Those rainbows of oil spin
On your former street
Are we more than meat?
Not a goddamn thing we could have said
To convince you
Now I dream in color of your face
And the coast in your mirror shades
Only feel relief when I’m back at home
Falling forward alone
So there’s nothing to do when
It’s a foregone conclusion
A pool overflowing and bursting
Come the fuck on
I don’t wanna die
At the hands of the Jackson Whites
Let the warm air rush in
At the wreck up ahead