Kurt Cobain

I was there, I saw that brick alley where brick by brick I walked with him beneath a stone bridge, to a carved-out tree that Summer in Prague, and kissed. All I think about now is Kurt Cobain, what it feels like to trace that last edge, while an animal inside me screams without pain, just release. I wanna split from that world where people don't stop to look at women selling flowers while they drive to work, clocks are ticking. Who needs them? Because I can tell time by the way painted nails sparkle in the Sun on Sundays, where I saw green but you saw red. Maybe there's somewhere we could run.. Maybe someday we'll look back on these as best of times, because we found happiness in nothing.