| Gasoline is like the liquor that is in my blood I pretend that I swallow Gasoline is like her eyes as they glitter now And I imagine that I swallow I forget how beautiful they had always been As I pretend to swallow She speaks and butterflys swarm from her open mouth But I can only leave her so hollow A stray thought hangs from the roof of my mouth And then fizzles in the air Electric like her hair She tastes like cigarettes and lipstick Like a fleeting memory Or her smoke blending in with the overcast Her psalms in the shadows of the moon Spiraling in ash through the cemetary trees I am patient and romantic And falling deep in love with the sky That is swallowing us all That is deadly and blue How I used to love being in love |
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