your mother was 16 when she had her baby boy disguised in yellow flowers and moms clothes your family frowns upon the young and dumb recalling bible verses about love it wasn t love i hesitate to enter your urban bedroom afraid that i ll find your body hanging from ceiling fan i think i d die you said you d hang onto your twenties then you might take your life i cried suddenly visions of drunken teenagers violently flooded back into my skull you were my best friend giving me a lesson on how to tell if your blood is going cold i think its freezing driving to church we were guilty of lust wanting to jump out the car with our lives sliding on concrete was not foreign to me it s an anniversary that i forgot long ago i m home