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