water on the light bulbs,
what is this life?
hashtag cocaine blues in the mountains,
waiting to break.
there are Lynx in the busses
round here.
lots of cussing.
indeed, this life is tonight,
and tolerant on wings.
sometimes stanzas don't make much sense.
tell me, baby, where I fit in.
put the laundry in the dryer,
lose your mind and read certain scripts.
I dont live in a dream twice.