What i Bleed

i love when there's whiskey in my blood

it's pretty much my default setting.

rolling through the red waves

washing over all the things that live inside me.

Things like hurricanes and fields of those little blue flowers

i know you remember,

wildfire and moonlight,

things like church bells, low skies and rain.

Rain. Rain.

Things like poetry,

and you.

wine-soaked and blood drenched,

fighting from me from the inside out.