wronglight
too many boulevards, they griddle and grill
your fiber of light comes out twained
i have not been immune to their calling
i am sad for the days which have blackholed away
to watch all my memories falling
did you see me go by as i fell through those stories
fell from the heights of my folly
did you care as i fell, to break free from your cards
did you wish me some mistletoe holly
i remember you, i wished i could have been
as immune to it all, to just bask there
but how does a soul full of wisdom and waste
learn to break light or learn to not care
you are the road, you are the cars, you are the buses to party
i am that miniature bird all abuzz who drowns in your carefree bacardi