The dreaming never stops
I live for the next
The wings of moths have the capacity
To hold or capture
Our drinks and dreams live
My life is often lived on a blinking light
I see that I am bound by language
Language makes me look further
Chapped lips and sour lips
Longing for time spent on highways
Happy hour disenfranchised
Then finding the south
Then finding bad teeth
That wish they were good
I live for the next
The wings of moths have the capacity
To hold or capture
Our drinks and dreams live
My life is often lived on a blinking light
I see that I am bound by language
Language makes me look further
Chapped lips and sour lips
Longing for time spent on highways
Happy hour disenfranchised
Then finding the south
Then finding bad teeth
That wish they were good