We are bored. We are married. We are young. On the edge of the city. The edge of Ambrosia. Rolls upon rolls upon. Rolls upon the tongue. A certain party. A certain cul-de-sac. A certain outcome. A certain piece of me. Car keys choose your keys. Outside alone. Crossing a perfect lawn. Could it be you. Could it be you. Or could it be. This is what freedom is?. We are brief encounters. We all lose our keys. We all choose our partners. We all choose our keys. Car keys choose your keys. Pull back. Pull back. Into the drive. Rigid in the matrimonial superking bed. Pretend to sleep. Pretend to sleep. Come on pretend. Yeah, let's pretend. We are brief encounters
