The Jim Yoshii Pile-Up - The Conversation Stalls by Ximena Sarinana
Iâ€™m not tired, I could still go out. Iâ€™m not obligated by the morning sun.
If we drink enough, weâ€™ll be acting tough. Weâ€™ll laugh the loudest.
Letâ€™s see them try and stop us. We could talk about the boys you know, a loverâ€™s wink. And if the conversation stalls, weâ€™ll get another drink.
Iâ€™m not opposed to never seeing you again after tonight. Itâ€™s the perfect ending to the perfect friendship that never quite began. We never quite began.
Oh, the keys to every car youâ€™ve crashed, a faceless mob of people smashing windows on the boulevard over the fence from your backyard.
The billy clubs and pepper spray, you grabbed his belt and made his day.
With burning eyes and oily tears, we said goodbye, same time next year.
I apologize for everything.