aLone

dusk and us

too many of us

in the back of the bakkie

you are singing too loud

i am sitting on the lap

of justin

we never had a conversation

i think his name was justin

and the lights are shining, red

vodka bubbles in my head

red red on my face, I would like to

rest, go h o m e and rest,

but I'm sitting on justin

people are squeezing

under your singing, you sing so loud

in the packed

back of the bakkie

i am sitting on justin

i am singing along

i think his name was justin i am feeling alone.