we must be reinvented!
I want you to make noise
like a cymbal. clang with me
all through the night! lets not,
be the people they knew, before-
it's too late lets get, under. (the influence,
if you will?) rails!/rails off strippers/!/
I don't want to, wither under you
I want you to, wither in me.
I'm being, complete insincere.
I find you often later in the day
(because we are a bit, nocturnal)
because you are a moth, like I
am a moth. because we are not
b.u.t.t.e.r.f.l.i.e.s. (we never