Crooked

To set the scene we're lying here
the night sky is woken up by intruding lights
and the sound of cannons
we drove downtown for this 
and we love our country just enough
to set off explosions
the humidity os getting to me
but i'm content
the insects they nibble away at our skin
as our bodies touch and twist
your pressed collar and pencil thin lips
your smile is strained and you're waiting
for a kiss that just won't come
now we're back at your place
we rely on stale dialogue
i ruined what could have been long ago
what i need tonight doesn't matter now
so i watch you collapse and fold yourself into the bed
while your hair it laps against the pillow case
like the tide on the shore
now the bridges will take me over the bay
over and under and further away
to places that i've never been
to white washed oceans where it's too cold to swim