the moon doesn't glow so how am i supposed to find my way in the dark even though you left behind maps, a trail of white chocolate chips and all the reasons to wash away the lemon cosmos in my palms like the answers to endless cigarette butts and empty parking lots, its like riding a carousel but my head's on fire and its snowing but the flakes are burning, this winter is shaking with anger and flashbacks from the past that don't dissolve into fresh starts, i drink three glasses of milk every day and walk a lot instead of running but i wish time would fly faster, i've been on this plane for days the sun's about to rise but its imperfect and the clouds are melting