Matt Pond PA

Night's end

Matt Pond PA


the window's down 
your hair whipped my face 
adjust the sound 

those cigarettes 
will kill you someday 
not today 

to reach the river before dark 
the only thought was how fast you got in 
the night's end 

running on the rocks 
i'd slip but not care 
somehow were soft 

there's enough here 
no one has to worry 
the coast is clear 

lighting fires 
your eyes rolled back 
the day seems like it's too much to pretend 
the night's end 

nothing beyond the river bend 
passed out in fields 
the morning light will mend you 

the night's end