That song by Interpol. Everyone needs to know the Heinrich Maneuver.
I’m nostalgic of a period in time. The overbearing sun. The dripping sweat. Dust. Sand. Tight enclosed spaces. Good. Bad. They were all shared. Secrets. An understanding. I walked up and down. Back and forth we went. My feet digged deep in the sand. Good times. Happy. Day. Night. They were all the same. A poorly enacted breakup to solicit another reaction from you. Not you, you. I talked incoherently through my shivers. You pushed me back and forth and got me to do the right thing. Anyone and everyone but me. Another sleepless night banging on your door. Adrenaline rush at 4. No, I never want to go to bed. My heart pounded. The room stopped. It would have been a shame to die so young.
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