Let the fires burn, let them guide you through the night

bring you close to mountain roads, draw you like a moth to light

it's not the words that we spoke, they don't have meaning anymore

I don't want to know the name.

how can you talk when we both run the same way, dancing around again?

learn to hold your head

if your back will not align

barreled chest and oily hands

making sense of space and time

you say you're well and I'll believe you

I'm not sure I begged to care but in my heart,

I'm a well of thoughts that's barely there

the city beats with blue eyes and her sons and daughters realize

that this isn't home anymore