Monte Verde

Let’s race like our Spy Kids days

through the wasted masses

Tequila threatens my insides

as the bass collapses

 

Our family’s far behind us

We’re dancing in a cloud

Marlboro smoke and gold confetti

Am I thinking out loud?

 

Weaving past stumbling bodies

My insides are crawling out

Outside the celestial labyrinth

tequila escapes my mouth