[Connor shakes his head, even as the steady beat of a drum, spaced like a heartbeat, starts up in the background.]
He was, he was Sitting next to me, in Chemistry class Half talking, half laughing, half studying gas The music plays over, but nothing's to come In this remix of memories, the loop of the drum
no subject
He was, he was
Sitting next to me, in Chemistry class
Half talking, half laughing, half studying gas
The music plays over, but nothing's to come
In this remix of memories, the loop of the
drum