BARWON SHIRTS

I dug up the script of the film we shot 4 years ago

Nostalgia reminding my license for driving

That everything was simple once

And now we hang like

Twice a semester and honestly

I'm trying to build a future but I'm still

Wasting my time writing poems in code and

It's been years

Still, I remember

All of the times in the park we broke empty bottles

By throwing them up against the bars

We bought these shirts

But haven't had time to put on

Feels so odd

Life catching up

Fake my death

To see if you miss me the day that I'm gone

And I'm fighting the clock

We made so many plans for when we finished school and

Two years later in inner suburbia

I'm sorry you're sorry

Now, I can't change the way I interpret the world

There are still bridges I'm yet to burn

Been burning through friendships like acid on skin

It's been months

Still haven't practiced and

Everyone says that I'm dumb for thinking pretty thing come out of passion and rum now

We bought these shirts

But haven't had time to put on

Feels so odd

Life catching up

Fake my death

To see if you miss me the day that I'm gone

And I'm fighting the clock

We bought these shirts

But haven't had time to put on

Feels so odd

Life catching up

Fake my death

To see if you miss me the day that I'm gone

And I'm fighting the clock