blue.

lightning streakin’

tired feet and

you have a way with words

teardrops streamin’

down my cheeks when

i think of you in the evenin’

meet you at the bar at ten

our innocence is leavin’

cocaine weekends

trippin’, drippin’ in gold.

clingin’ on to what we know.

but i was misinformed

and i was worried, dear

and i felt a longin’

felt it leave the atmosphere.