the days run away like wild horses over the hills

Never Been Born

These old bones don’t feel so old when I’m home with you.

When I’m not with you, I’m getting drunk with college kids, learning lessons that didn’t stick, telling lies to stay interesting.

These old bones don’t feel so old when I’m home with you. In bed with your youth, they way your skin sticks to your ribs, the way my hips fit in your hips, I’m 18 again, dependent like an infant and content like I’ve never been.

But I was born to a rose and her thorn, and they were about as old as I am now.

These old bones don’t feel so old when I’m home with you. When I’m not with you, I’m shitting blood and puking piss, sweating bile and awkwardness, it’s a young man’s game, about time I quit.

-Mike Kinsella