she said “walking the streets with a bottle of red in between you and me were some good days.” so that’s the last image i keep in my head when i think of that godamned shithouse. aren’t you glad to be out? you’re cookin’ up in the desert down south. i’ve been braving the weather for a while now. i just wanna sit and listen to elliott brood with you just like we used to. and I’ll remember your basement room (I got one too!) things are better since I last saw you.