I'm out

You text
"I'm out"
Two sad beers and an empty drawer
Keys shake in my hand
As I cut a sprint to the corner store
Flickering sign above
Cold air hits while I push that door
Heart beating double-time
Like I'm stagediving through the floor

Late-night corner store runs
Buying junk and calling it dinner
You laugh
Say I'm "the one"
For grabbing your chips and a cheap red winner
We kiss by the freezer hum
Paper bag pressed between us
Warm
Late-night corner store runs
Where nothing feels broke or torn

You circle items
On the crumpled back of a receipt
"Get the sour ones
And that soda that tastes too sweet"
I send you pictures
"These or these?" while I crowd the aisle
You send a selfie back
Tongue out
Peace sign
Stupid smile

Late-night corner store runs
Buying junk and calling it dinner
You laugh
Say I'm "the one"
For grabbing your chips and a cheap red winner
We kiss by the freezer hum
Paper bag pressed between us
Warm
Late-night corner store runs
Where nothing feels broke or torn

Alarm clock life
But we live in these 10-minute drives
Pothole jumps
Your hand on the shifter
I'm alive
We don't own much
But your head on my shoulder is enough
Candy on your tongue
You say
"Forever's in this stupid stuff" (yeah)