Cholera

Stripped back secondary, Austin voice
As milky as her bones
We have loved, as we are loveless
Touch down, southern clouds, hanging low
As heavy as this blood
Filling up, a tank of justice

Distant thunder
Fumbled play
Lives outlined in chalk
Stormy laughter
Far away
Our plans they took a knock
Sweaty darkness
Got no charge
Thumb without a tool
A hundred reasons
All at large
No way to get to you

Sky-high memories, optic pins
There’s mint left in the glass
We ripped, to free the flavour
Wet leaves, seventeen, prickly breath
Kisses steal smiles
We pimp this bad behaviour