We Crave a Different Kind of Buzz

Wearing thrifted denims,
We count steps on the thin inched strings
Till we fall down laughing
And spit out blood stained glitter smiles

And in this hand me down rust
We drive into the outskirts
Hunting for vinyl records
That we'll play on the way to stars.

This static in front of our eyes
They say it's blinded us
But they don't know how it's our light
It makes us feel loved.

Feeling destroyed swimming in dust
Afraid to be a part of it
We find keys to escape, crave
Existence.

We exist
In our blood
In this buzz
Our lust.

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