fuel

you see
I'm only
20
but I
think
I still
have a
lot left
in me.

the blondes
feed me;
the alcohol
feeds me
and the
moon
feeds me
too.

it's like a
battery
charging my
soul when
it usually
runs on
empty
while
I try to
write a good
line.

but the
blondes
always provide
a quick
run
as well.

they run
desperate
as the lines
get shorter
and sometimes
longer but
they usually
run on
the same old shit.

blondes
full moons
and 5%
alcohol.