Let the fires burn, let them guide you through the night
bring you close to mountain roads, draw you like a moth to light
it's not the words that we spoke, they don't have meaning anymore
I don't want to know the name.
how can you talk when we both run the same way, dancing around again?
learn to hold your head
if your back will not align
barreled chest and oily hands
making sense of space and time
you say you're well and I'll believe you
I'm not sure I begged to care but in my heart,
I'm a well of thoughts that's barely there
the city beats with blue eyes and her sons and daughters realize
that this isn't home anymore