Endless, pt. 1

about the lights
from the road

and their every nightly glow
guessin oh, how they'd explode
if she should decide to show

up among this empty-handedness
endless...

take my feet
to the bar
where i know
you at not are

take my coins
place them there

make that sound
i love to hear

cause i have been long against this night
i've been a mess my whole life
i don't care what happens next
endless,

still the dawn
fills with needs
and my tongue fills with fleas

and your ghost
fills my sight

and the gathering light:
is laying soft around your feet,

as you turn
to ask of me,
"is it long, my love, until we rest?"

"endless."