L.A. Coliseum

You and I were 23
Two fighters at the edge of the ring
We watched from the coliseum stands
One man hurting another man

Blood sprayed into the front row
But we were way up high
At the top of the stadium
Laughing and drinking beer
You sat next to me
Put your hand occasionally on my back
And then you told me about your life
And boys you’ve been with

Take all the courage you have
To say what you want to say
Even if the result is bad
Don’t lie if you can
But the night got away
The conversation strayed
At the end of an ordinary day
I was left wondering
What it’s like to sleep next to you
What it’s like to watch you die
What it’s like to feel love from you
What it could’ve been like to touch you
Or just have tried