Derivative Chimes

Before you were done thinking in metaphors
Reckless and young, spelled sinking in semaphore
Dreams filled your lungs, breathless and self-absorbed
Flame kissed your tongue down on the ocean floor

I'm friends with the moon, it's rather subdued
She whispers a tune and asks what you're doing
Oh, her light grew the gardens of june
My goddess and muse, it's all for your beauty

Prepandemic glistened in your eyes
Before the wretched grief metastasized
Guilt gone up like dreams all flashing white
Or vanished like some polar ice
Indecision and the blatant proof
Vanity and petty dramas too
All crowded maskless shouting in a room
With tragedy, ecstasy and doom

Scared of getting older when i'm drunk
Passed out in the back seat of my car
Spent the summer and the weekends in a funk
Soaking up the fumes in my garage

I'm choking on the melody
Trying to cope with the memory
Smear my thumb against the screen