May 2021
He is the full moon
my eyes they drift up
from the two white lines
just a moment at a time
a flirt with death
a touch of gravel
He is the full moon
my eyes they drift up
from a parked car
an hour at a time
Iām late again
a touch on my arm
He is the full moon tonight
but he will wane
he will shrink
his love will weazen
I will be left alone
I will not be whole
She is my new moon.
my eyes they drift up
from the two white lines
just a moment at a time
a flirt with death
a touch of gravel
He is the full moon
my eyes they drift up
from a parked car
an hour at a time
Iām late again
a touch on my arm
He is the full moon tonight
but he will wane
he will shrink
his love will weazen
I will be left alone
I will not be whole
She is my new moon.
Be my new moon
