Heavy Lights from Heavy Lights by All the Wine

I always thought that we'd outgrow these things:
parties with ghostly smoke,
where the music’s loud and breaking down the walls.
And I barely recall crooked walks home,
just grasping at your sleeve.

And I wanted to take you away from here.
Back to suburban streets
where we spent our lives chasing down the sun.
And I told you everything on the front porch
when you said that you were tired,
and there was nothing left to save.

So I followed heavy lights back home,
and I followed heavy lights back home.
You always said they were the stars that we could own.
They’re the stars that we could own.

I wonder if you’ve met someone by now,
out at those Friday parties that you lived for,
and always raved about.
Where the kids trip on some stuff
and over bodies passed out on the floor,
laughing saying, “Maybe just one more.”

You’ll wake up some early weekend morning,
when the lights stab your eyes
and every noise twists and turns your stomach.
And you’ll scramble for clothes turned inside out,
your heart: excited and confused.

• Chicago
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