Red Lipstick was smeared across his mouth.
I asked him what it was.
He said: the truth.
I told him to wash it off and that I didn't want to see those kinds of things.
He started crying because he said he was falling for me and felt terrible.
I said: its ok, we're not together.
And now, he wants to give us:
"a shot."
But I don't understand what that means.
The city swallows us in its lights.