Punctured tire with a bruiser on the way, 

till you rock up with your boomstick and keep him at bay. 

There’s no time for names as you pull me on your bike, 

and gun it to the nearest joint. 

A clumsy boy, a fearsome girl, 

you throw me the boomstick in a whirlwind whirl,

one thing, take this, reload with these, 

stand here, hold that, keep your feet flat. 

Shoot for the heart, the way you shot mine.

What’s that I smell? Is that gasoline? 

It must be the sparks between you and me, 

kickstarting our fiery dopamine spree, 

through cracked pavement roads

and sunbleached marquees. 

I’ll take you in, fill my grin to the brim

with your chapstick and grape-flavoured gum. 

The road is cruel and the sun is harsh, 

the creeks are dried, so is the marsh. 

The gas has ignited, our fates lit alight, 

but with you, I see no end in sight, 

not for a second.