187 or Different Sleep

Smoke me down
On open blossoms
- in a taxi cab outside of Chapel Hill, drunk with a map. Came for a confessional from an estranged love. Ended up dizzy on a stranger’s couch -
Drink me in
Lips like a storm
- and ate breakfast on a patio. Alone and sneaking food from a fridge. I couldn’t stop, couldn’t part from my phone. Maybe you would -
Eat me apart
Fingers on my back
- call me back. I stayed another night and bummed smokes at a party. -
Exhale me out