Appetite

a song—shoegaze—key of Em

i breathe in tension, i breathe out wine
we drink it up with tired eyes
our slurs becoming an abhorred rhyme
the way the tongues is our demise

we strike up matches, we undermine
the ember's meaning to the blind
we smell of cloves and we smell of time
the scents that make our minds unwind

the moon's out, the boys shout
over the night
and the girls are lying alone
the daydreams, the moon beams
the appetite
elides the slumber in your bones

i see an empty parking lot
the night is cool, the starlight's hot
the grass is growing, the roads are not
where we were, we've since forgot

the moon's out, the boys shout
over the night
and the girls are lying alone
the daydreams, the moon beams
the appetite
elides the slumber in your bones

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