Old Words

"The nights are drawn out long. And you're kissing to cut through the gloom with a cough drop colored tongue." -Arctic Monkeys

Caffiene fuels my nostalgia like gasoliene in my dirty jeep

The november chill tickles old wounds

and old words

regurgitate

Look for me by coffee shops 

i'll watch for you by streetlight 

slight poisons stuck in the crook of my arm 

these stimulants taste like bullets

but slake my serpent tongue

Look for me by coffee shops 

i'll watch for you by streetlight