Prostitute from CZKV by Edward Hall

wish i'd found a better place to grow up than here
and your memories of us will fade- surely
before we even know it, we'll be old and tired
and bored of these things we love right now

and soon these songs i write will reek less of you
and the songs you write won't be about me
and the summer days won't bother my memories
with ones of you- that aren't even real

we cover
our mistakes in red flags
dug in stone-
do you mind if
we both share the covenant
in this home
(i don't want to lose your voice here)
(but i don't want to pay to see you)
is that alright?
i apologise

• Folk
• Australia