Two Years On Film - Josh Tillman

The farther away I get

The less that I remember

Of who and what and when

I took all those pictures

I pawned off your rings

The year you weren’t looking

I bought Joseph’s car

Painted it with lightning

Drove into the sea

Drove into the sea

Drove into the sea

August and July

The closest that we’d get

To working with our hands

Surviving by our wits

I’ve got lots of time

If you can read a map

Drive across that city line

Never to come back

Never to come back

Never to come back

Never to come back