She offers me more
than any drug could.
She feeds me her life
through those grey eyes.
I listen her sing and strum,
about how awful she has become
I got to love her in ways
other people would die for.
Now I pray to bigfoot.
Now two thousand four hundred and fifty five miles
just make me smile.
Now I don't know what to say to make her stay.
Now I don't want her to go away.

She breathes fire
but burns quietly.

To get her.
Together.
We're alone together.