Your Only Vibe

Streets are empty, leaves are black
Cigarettes smile in empty packs
Parking lots are full with cars from the 50s
Gold rush influx, specks from sifting

I'm stuck inside, burning sage
stuck inside, full of rage
stuck inside, all day
All day, I wait for you

Envelopes are licked closed, tongues of a serpent
Ginger ale, ice and bourbon
Rice paper planes with hidden messages
Ritual feasting, unseen fetishes
Teeth are brown and molars are extinct
Listerine strips and cinnamon breath mints
Empty books and a torn up poster
Negative thoughts make us feel closer

I'm stuck inside, burning sage
stuck inside, full of rage
stuck inside, all day
All day, I wait for you



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Johnson
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