destroy myself reading the song lyrics
cry until I can’t breathe over the TV movie
fired up by a full moon
don’t sleep for weeks over the 80s horror movie
tipsy on the wine’s potential
excited by the prospect of what tonight can bring
giddy at the gelato shop
goosebumps when a stranger stands too close

terror and thrill
strumming guitars and pretty girls
chocolate mousse and crying babies
waterfalls and harsh sunshine
cigarette smoke and coffee stains

I take it on
every last drop
melt into the vibe
evaporate into the atmosphere
And I’ve been called fake but
I’m just a blender-inner
a sponge sopping up every movement, every voice, every feeling
drinking the moment, the picture, the smell
doing everything I can
to avoid

Last night I found a big ol’ moon.

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