this is an apologynfor the events of last weekendni was brash and boldncocksure but came too quicklynleft the sheets looking like hellnnyou had another dream about menbedposts creak and boy was i goodni took it in stridenhad forgotten how your skin feltnfollowed you upstairsnfeigning naivetennwe die we grievenwe move onnand the next town is closer than you think